Rejection on the Full Moon (Rejection Series) Chapter 7

The shrill sound of my alarm clock has me leaving my dreams to face a cruel reality

'Another day in hell.' I think as I fling back the covers and try my best to deal with the stupid alarm clock Blue gave me. When I hit ninth grade and started high school, he realized that I had a habit of sleeping past the ringing of my usual alarm clock and sleep in past my first class. It's why he gifted me this amazing alarm clock—note the sarcasm.

I hate this thing. In order to turn it off, I had to enter in a passcode, and my semi-awake mind rarely got it right on the first try. After what I assume to be three minutes and ten attempts at turning the device off, the stupid alarm stops, and the clock left me with silence.

Did I mention that I hated this thing?

With a sigh, I knew I had to start getting ready for school. Surprisingly, even though I slept in a lot during grade nine, I had managed to pass that year with an eighty percent average, and since then kept my grades up. Now, I'm finishing my last year of high school and heading towards my next steps in life. I take in the room before me, a small smile gracing my lips. The renovated attic has been my room for almost seven years now as well as my personal hideaway. The once-princess pink room now was a deep purple in the shade Chakra. The princess bed was now queen-sized, and the remaining things on my walls were posters of my favourite bands, from EXO and U-Kiss to Nickelback and Black Veil Brides. Everything else had been packed away and placed in the very same trailer that held everything from my childhood home, and was ready for me to move out in three days.

Three days from now would be my eighteenth birthday, a day when a wolf would be considered fully grown and ready to move out on their own, either into the pack house or in their own home, and take on a role in the pack system. I was ready to take over a Tracker position—hopefully, a top position—and put my skills to good use. The thought of finally being able to rule my own life away from the pack house and start living on my own with a job I've been working hard to have made my small smile grow into a wide grin. I step out of my warm bed with renewed happiness and rush to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

With a towel wrapped around my body, I rush around the room, picking out what I would wear for school. I was lucky to have been graced with a similar build as my mother. The constant running through the forest and my training as a Tracker helped me maintain a similar hourglass shape. My skin is a constant tan that compliments my figure, thanks to long hours in the sun on pack duty and training sessions. The only thing that concerned me was the heavy chest and thick, firm booty I was endowed with. Sometimes they were more a hinder than help when patrolling the borders and tracking down rogues in human form.

Coming to a decision on a pair of black, skinny cargo pants with chains hanging from the belt loop, a white crop top, some black fingerless gloves and my long, flame-red hair pulled back into a messy bun on top of my head, I make sure that the outfit is complete and that I'm ready to start my day. This weekend, I'll be busy with homework and pack duties, so being organized from the very start of my day makes things easier for me. I take a quick look at all of my plants sitting just beside the large windows, making sure they were watered, and stop at the large desk in front of the picture of my parents.

"Well, I'm off, mom and dad." I smile, kissing the tips of my fingers and pressing them to the glass of the picture frame. I missed them so much and knowing I would be graduating high school and possibly finding my mate soon made the loneliness without them grow. With a sad smile, I turn away from their happy gaze and grab a pair of black sneakers and my studded leather bag before heading out of my room and making my way down the five flights of stairs.

I was lucky to have the top floor of the pack house to myself as it was the attic once upon a time. It was a place that only Axel, Serena, Blue, and I had keys to and became my solace when Blue, Axel, and the other top members of the pack were away. After an incident that left a scar on my back, Blue made sure to change the locks and only those that I personally trusted were allowed a key. Having a place to hide away and avoid wolves in my generation became normal for me as the years flew by.

"Good morning, Blue." I greet the Alpha cheerily as I walk past him, sitting at the kitchen Island. Marie, the cook in the pack house, smiles at me as she sets a plate for me full of bacon, eggs, and pancakes beside where Blue sat. I grab a lunch bag and pack my lunch for school. About five years ago, I stopped calling Blue Alpha since he had taken on the responsibility of raising me. He has become a father figure in my life, and I looked to him for advice when I needed him. But even after seven years of raising me, I could never bring myself to call him dad or father.

"Morning, Am. I've meant to ask, but what do you want for your birthday?" Blue greets me, a smile on his own face as I catch him stealing a pancake from my plate.

'My family.' I think as I turn to put the lunch in my bag to collect myself. It was the same wish I made on every birthday candle since their death. But the reality was cruel, and the only family I had now was Blue, Axel and Serena. I had gotten used to the scorn my so-called siblings gave me and the ridicule I face from them and their friends. Even the wolves my age waited for the leaders of the pack to be gone before they tormented me.