Rebirth His Angel

My diary was filled with birthday dreams. For days, i'd written down every detail of my perfect celebration. Now, as the evening arrived, i wondered: would it live up to my dreams? 

After taking my  bath, i went downstairs to wait for my ride, my darling Damien was coming to pick me up, but first, i wanted to review my notes one last time.

Upstairs, i sat on the plush stool, pulled out delicate floral diary with a golden lock and satin ribbon bookmark, and began to flip through its pages.

  The soft pink and white hues evoked a sense of classic elegance and whimsy. As i turned the pages, memories of my childhood flooded back - i had owned this diary since i was five, and now, at twenty, i was reminiscing about the past, about the lovely moments I've shared with him. The scene made my belly warm with happiness.

 As i flipped through the pages, i heard a knock on the door, i shrugged, closed the diary,  storing it back in the drawer before leaving my room for the door.

Damien, my beloved alpha from the Blood Moon pack has arranged a private vehicle for me. The driver stood outside with an umbrella over his head, it was raining heavily that evening but nothing would stop me from the ceremony, it was my moment after all, a moment of where i finally share the affection with the person that i truly love.

 I came back downstairs with a smile on my face and a big heart, i had wanted the Alpha to come pick me up instead– but what does it matter, i was going to meet him at the venue either way, " Damien, i have been having dreams of him lately, a foreshadowing of what our lives will be like, a place nourished in love and comfort ".  As i opened the door, I was  faced with a very unusual driver.

 The driver's face was obscured by a tangled beard, his hair unkempt and tattered, A hint of smoke lingered around him, but his suit was surprisingly tailored. He never looked confident as he kept his eyes cast downward, his gaze hidden.

" Are you the driver? " I  asked, my instincts weren't so pleased with what I was seeing, i stood back at the door waiting for an answer.

" Yes, I'm your driver " the man said, "  I'm here to pick you up - Damian is waiting, he paid me to come pick you, so let's get going, shall we? ".

I was a bit  hesitant but I nodded,  as I had noticed driver's voice was a bit more decent than his appearance. The driver held the umbrella over my head and escorted me to take a seat in the car. 

Once inside the vehicle, the journey began. It was meant to be a half an hour trip from my family's pack house to the big city where the ceremony was been held but it was taking even longer. 

 I had sat  at the back of the car, not bothered at all as i kept to myself and the flourishing feeling that always left the smile on my chubby face. I leaned back, clicking endlessly on my phone. I was overwhelming in happiness, every few minutes i'd take pictures of myself , a reminder of what today was going to be and still continued texting but an hour passed and i still hasn't reached my destination yet. I looked through the tinted window and saw that the route the driver  had driven along wasn't even remotely close to where the ceremony was been held. 

Worried, I knocked on the partition glass separating me from the driver, and the glass slowly slides down, The driver shot a frustrated glance in the rearview mirror which I noticed wholesomely.

 " Why aren't we there yet? " I asked politely, my voice laced with confidence and charisma " 'Why this road? You know it's going to take longer? " I said

The driver hissed as he slid the partition glass down.

I took a moment to digest what he just did as the car kept moving off course. I took my phone and dialed Damien's number but he wasn't picking up, what's going on?, has the event venue been changed and I didn't know?, why is the driver being so rude? 

 This was all i needed to be convinced that something was wrong. I got anxious and started to sweat, i knocked on the glass gingerly but got no response. In my dialama, my werewolf traits stepped in, my eyes glimmered yellow. I withdrew her hands from knocking, clenched it tightly and began slammed it against the door but each time i punched the door, runes glowed around the walls of the interior–binding runes were engraved on the walls to keep me intact and weaken my resolve, this wasn't right– why today, why me?, i started kicking at the door, maybe that would help but it didn't.

My eyes flashed with desperation as i tried more ways to escape. But the binding runes on the car's walls kept glowing with a fierce light, trapping me. My body began contort, transforming into a werewolf. I thrashed about, claws scraping against the windows with a deafening screech, shattering and splintering as they broke my claws, the pain sizzling through my veins. 

 My fur stood on end, touching the walls, only to be seared away in patches as my body slammed against the runes-etched walls, the acrid stench of burning hair filling the air as her furs are burnt off as i came in contact with the walls, I was starting to bleed, the pain was nerve-wrecking 

And with a final, defeated whimper, i stumbled forward out of dizziness and collapsed, exhausted.