AND SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH A HOOKER

Freya's POV

I saw a different version of myself—a better one and a happy girl who just turned twenty—every now and then. The reflection on the mirror told me so and I believed it. A nice figure stared back at me whenever I saw the lady I had become. Not that I ate the most delicious meal or wore the nicest clothes because my parents barely got by. But I just wasn't the sad girl anymore and I think adding more years to my age has made all the difference.

Most girls in my shoes would be sad. I clocked eighteen two years ago and am still considered a human because the wolf in me decided to stay put. My sister, Neonata, already basked herself in her werewolf senses. I saw her bones break into pieces and grey fur sprouting all over her body on the night of her eighteenth birthday—the custom.

But fuck her, and fuck the wolf thing. I don't give a damn about any tradition. Maybe the wolf is not ready show up, is what I always told myself but one thing is certain: I am far from being sad.

Not now. Not even in the nearest future, or so I thought.

My green eyes glared as I steadied myself before the mirror. They glowed with more intensity. The slim figure fits perfectly with the glowing skin and I can't help but marvel at how much height I have put on. With the white gown dripping down my slim figure, nobody would dare think that we sometimes struggle to eat. They would think I am  either the Alpha's daughter or the Beta's since I only hangout with the hottest guy in the park.

Tobias.

We don't just hangout. He and I became an item few days after my arrival—a day or two I guess—and we immediately registered our presence within the four walls of Chemora, the biggest and most powerful werewolf park. Of course I knew the unusual combination would draw envy, but I thought rules are meant to broken. Besides, fuck the damn rules. Rules are meant to broken, and who say a peasant can't be with a high-born?

Fuck the rules.

My feet steadied on the high heels as I gazed at my reflection for another round. I have been doing this for what seemed like fifteen minutes now and each time I gazed, my eyes only saw a more beautiful version of myself.

This is definitely not the sad girl. No way.

"Don't be late!" my mom's voice rang out, cutting the little trance I was having with my reflection. Am not a kid, and hates people telling me what and what not to do but my mom still needed to remind her twenty year old daughter not stay out late in the party being hosted by Tobias even though she knew I won't listen to her plea. To her, the park is unsafe especially at a time when there Lycans are being expected.