Soleil Cyrus

"Excuse me, let me just go and barf up my breakfast," I mutter, raising from the balcony table. Jasmine stands up, grabbing my wrist.

"Wait, please hear me out." The plea in her voice makes me recoil. She seriously wants me to do this.

"Its just... I'm in a place filled with werewolves Jasmine and you want me to rule? That's insane!" I'm a human and never ever been in a position of power before. It isn't possible.

"The Moon Goddess chose you!" I shook my head.

"Why me? How?" What Jasmine showed me next shocked me to the core. She shoved my shirt down and pulled my arm pit up. Just below my left breast was a symbol tattooed there. One that I have never seen before. On my body or anywhere before.

"Luné Mala," Jasmine mutters before looking me in the eye. "Luna King."

"I don't understand..."

"This is proof you are to lead us. To be our Luna King. But also to snatch the heart of our Alpha Queen. Your future mate." Mate. Tears of frustration well as I stare at the pregnant woman before me.

"Jasmine I don't think I can love anyone right now. I don't think I can go into another relationship." Memories of the two sent my heart into broken pieces. "I went to travel away from them... To start fresh and forget. I just..." Jasmine placed two warm hands upon my shoulders.

"What do you feel about being here? What's the feeling you get when you see Damira?" She asks. I frown.

"Damira?"

"You know, the Alpha Queen? The one who has wolves bowing at her feet?" Realization swirls then a scowl sat upon my lips.

"Now I know her damn name, that beast! She's infuriating!" That familiar cocky smirk drove me mad. How can one woman, be so up themselves. Proud that they make people bow and fear them!? Jasmine shared a knowing smile and sat back into the couches by the wide windows.

"Say, Soul, what if I say that if you rule and become mates with Damira, she might actually submit to you? Would you like that, Soul. Show Damira she isn't the only Dominating woman around?" I hum in response, still unsure. " Show her she can't push you around. You must of been pretty embarrassed when she slapped your ass as you lie upon her shoulder." My cheeks flush red at the memory.

"How did you know about that?!" I didn't see Jasmine when I first arrived! She waves a hand in dismissal.

"Rumours," sighing loudly I turn away from her. "Come on Soul. Damira is a cold hearted bitch. She's going to throw you into the pits, Soul and you don't have the knowledge of how to survive the trials. Unless we work together to make you the best goddamn Luna King the Goddess chose you to be."

"Maybe..." Jasmine sighed then stood up with a huff.

"I'll give you 2 days to think on it! Watch and observe how things work around here. See what Damira is really like. I love her cause she's my sister in law but the way things have been. I can't stand it. And for so long we've lost hope in finding Damiras other half. Until now. So think on it and come find me in 2 days." Before I could say anything else, she left me alone.

I slump into the cushions, sighing. What in the world is going on? The sad looking in Jasmine's eyes as she watches me. The longing hope. Something is going on here on Howling Island. So desperately that Jasmine is begging me for help. Me! A human weakling who has been heartbroken so many times.

A flash of a familar face made me stop. The mocking smirk- "No! Go away you stupid woman!" I grab a cushion and throw it, pretending to hit the imaginary Damira. Huffing I push away stray hairs and stand. Fine, I will go and check this place out. Maybe I'll go see Clara. She's probably the most welcoming.

On my way to the bathroom I pause. "my clothes!" I whine, looking around for my luggage. It was here, I swear!

I search through the room, searching for my suitcase. As I storm through my room, I don't realize she had entered until I slipped onto my ass and my eyes meeting hers as I lie there. "You! Where is my stuff?!" My eyes widen as I sound crazy. Wild even. What happened to the calm Soleil?

"Oh those rags? I burnt them. Don't worry, I got you some furs to wear."

"Fur?! Burnt? Your disgusting, Damira! Those clothes were my property!" How could she do something like that? Damira wore a blank expression before turning away.

"They became mine when you became mine, Little Human. Your in the home of Wolves, my dear. And while living here, you'll live under my rule like a wolf." And with that, she slammed the door, leaving me gopsmacked.

Live like a werewolf... Under her rule... I'm not a pet! Nor someone she can toy with! "Damira! You infuriating woman!!! Bring it on!"