The start to my shift later that day went way differently than I thought it would. I had to tell my boss I was leaving, and knowing my luck it would go horribly. Thankfully, it seemed that the universe had decided to give me a break. "I found a temporary ballet job. I’m set to perform for the lyca
I was struck by the reality that these weren’t ballet dancers at all. Judging by their clothes these dancers practiced all different styles: hip-hop, tango, tap, flamenco… In short, Black Moon wasn’t a pack that revered ballet. They didn’t even have their own theater which must have been why they ha
Lorenzo had offered to drive me home for my safety. Despite the kind gesture, we rode in awkward silence and I watched out the window as the center of town turned into the slums of Blue Moon where I lived. As we pulled up outside my apartment building, I noticed the patrol car that had been present
Before I knew it, the day of the lycan luna’s birthday banquet had arrived. It felt like only yesterday that I was just working my waitressing job trying to earn enough money to get by, and now here I was backstage about to perform for the queen. The birthday banquet was held at The Royal Grand Th
I had chosen the last slot. Cate, who was a few spaces ahead of me, looked back at me with a grin that could be described as nothing short of evil, as though this was all part of some plan of hers. I did my best to avoid her. “Alright, please come give me your name and the name of your pack so I c
I couldn’t let the laughter deter me. I tried to picture the audience wearing their underwear to make a mockery of them the same way they were doing to me. I had to view this as merely another rehearsal in order to maintain my composure. It wasn’t like the queen was watching or anything… I heard o
Lorenzo's heart was racing. Memories he had deliberately tried to forget surfaced once again at the sight of Eleanor on stage. Seeing her bathed in golden light once again just like the first time he laid eyes on her brought back the thrill of his youthful infatuation. The romance with Eleanor at 18
Lorenzo led me around the hall as if he himself owned the place. We stopped to talk to almost everyone, and Lorenzo was surprisingly polite in introducing me to the other guests. I couldn’t help but feel a pit form in my stomach any time he referred to me as his dancer. After an hour, I think I