My Hope

Hope POV

My eyes are closed as the music echoes in my ears. I'm leaning against a comfortable armchair while paying attention to the movement of the bus on which I find myself.

I don't want to listen to the murmurs about me, who I am or why I'm on this bus. I looked through my eyes with anger. It was so normal to judge without knowing, without knowing me.

Just because my smell is different from theirs because they can feel that I don't have a wolf they think I shouldn't be on this bus. You don't know me, but you're going to know me, and a lot of people are going to regret that.

I can already imagine what my life will be like in the next 5 years. In the first few months, people will be saying things that should not be said, supposing that I am a hybrid and that I have some hidden power, but the answer is much simpler, I just know what I'm doing.

I finally feel the bus stop, but I don't open my eyes, I just wait; I waited for everyone to get up, I hear some shouts of excitement, the noise of suitcases being pulled, while some who have come in groups of friends already begin to make plans for the next few days.

I don't think anyone has read the edict. There wouldn't be much time for parties and celebrations. Theoretically, no one was there to go to parties, but to become the best warriors they could be. Well, at least that's why I'm here.

It is obvious that the children of the Alphas leave the bus first, those who have powerful wolves and who will one day replace their parents or create their packs; then they are followed by Betas, then Gammas, Omegas, and finally me, a Delta.

I'm not the most peaceful person there is. I usually freak out, as they say, very easily, that's why I take some medications to try to restrain my temper, and at that point, I picked one of the vials that were in the inner pocket of the blouse and put it in my mouth.

I was the last one out, I had my backpack hanging only by my left shoulder, I placed it properly on my back and only then looked around. I'm just in front of a heavy iron gate. I see several silver details. They were the five phases of the moon: New Moon, Crescent Moon, Half Moon, Waning Moon and Full Moon. These figures form a circle, in the middle of the ring, the symbol of Selene, our Goddess, the Goddess of the Moon.

I gathered a deep breath, narrowed my eyes and allowed myself to get carried hence by the situation. I was delighted, I just have got to a point in my life where I could move on, what I could have learned from my pack I did and so I'm here. I felt my heart race just by this thought, smiled from the corner of my mouth and opened my eyes again, listening to the gates open.