The true me

It was on the night of a full moon.

I had just returned from my usual secret hunt. Yeah, a secret hunt. My father would never allow me to even hunt or rally with the rest of the pack, just because of the condition I was born with.

I was known as one of the weakest Omegas in the kingdom, and being of royal blood only made the stigma worse. Well, it's not like they were wrong though. I am indeed weak and frail as a werewolf.

I could barely keep up with the bunny I caught tonight, even while being powered by the full moon. Only the heavens know what would have happened if it was on any normal night; that was why I always sneak out of the palace every full moon.

Sigh... I sighed depressingly as I knelt before a lake in the woods. The silver full moon shone on the rippling lake, and I could see my wavy reflection.

My black hair was dishevelled from all the running, and my blue eyes were pale - I was tired. I sighed once more, cupping my hands and dipping them in the lake.

I scooped out a decent amount of water and splashed it on my face. It was cold, it was rejuvenating. I poured another scoop on my face, then wiped it clean with the arm of my shirt.

I stood up and sprayed a lot of deodorant on and inside my clothes. I couldn't risk getting snuffed out by anyone at the palace.

My father wasn't usually around at this time of the month, making it easy for me to slip out. But if the guards or my mother caught the scent of the woods on me, they'd definitely tell him. I'd be dead.

After emptying the small deodorant bottle on myself, I turned in the direction of the palace. Thanks to my weak trait, my heightened ability to smell was almost dormant; the excessive body spray I used on myself didn't choke my nostrils.

I leaned forward a bit and burst into a sprint, running at my own supernatural pace.

It took me almost twenty minutes to get to the palace. I was really slow.

I snuck my way in and tiptoed into my room.

"Phew..." I sighed in utmost relief, taking off my shirt and trousers.

I rushed into the bathroom and had a nice, long bath. I couldn't tell how long I spent in there, but when I walked out of the bathroom, the full moon had been bloated by thick clouds.

I didn't give much thought to it as I openned my wardrobe and picked one of my 'elegant' dresses; my mother would kill me if she found me wearing mundane clothes.

It was as I fitted the dress on my body, that a subtle knock came from the door.

"Hm?" I raised a brow, zipping up.

But before I could say anything, the person that knocked voiced out, "Princess Elora, it's Damon."

"Oh..." I relaxed a bit, picking up the fluffy skirt of my dress and trotting towards the door.

Damon was a high ranking guard of the kingdom, specifically assigned to guard me. Mother said it was because he might be my potential mate or something. But we never got along in the first place, he was always so rash and short tempered - not my kind of man.