Chapter 2 The party

"Aren't you going to get dressed, Daisy?" Daisy's mother, Charlotte, said, walking into her youngest daughter's room. Charlotte rarely did this, but on special occasions when she knew Daisy was sad, she would walk into her daughter's room unannounced to comfort her.

"I'm uncertain whether I should go. I don't even know if I'm a she-wolf or a human," Daisy confessed, her eyes brimming with tears. Charlotte moved closer, taking a seat beside her on the bed. She enveloped Daisy in a comforting hug from behind and gently patted her back.

"Daisy," Charlotte said, her voice tender as she continued to rub her daughter's back. "I believe you'll experience the shift soon. It won't be long. You're a she-wolf; don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You'll become a formidable and resilient she-wolf. Just have faith in yourself and the moon goddess, please."

"Mother, are you certain? I've lost confidence in myself," Daisy admitted, her tears still quietly flowing.

"I can assure you that you'll become a formidable werewolf. You must rebuild your confidence, Daisy. Please dress up and join your sisters. It's a party hosted by the Alpha King, an invitation no one should decline. Whether mated or not, werewolf or human, everyone is encouraged to attend, Daisy. Remember, your father was a powerful werewolf before his passing, and I truly believe you have inherited that strength just like your sisters, Daisy." Charlotte explained, wiping the tears off Daisy's face.

"All right, Mother. Thank you for your comforting words," Daisy replied, regaining her composure. "Let me get ready and join you," she added.

Charlotte nodded and smiled at Daisy before gracefully exiting the room. "We're all looking forward to your presence, Daisy," Charlotte called out as she closed the door behind her. Daisy couldn't shake the feeling that her sisters and everyone else might not be thrilled about her joining them at the party. Her mother is all she has left after the death of her father. She will be turning twenty-two years old in a few months, but she hasn't sensed her wolf since she was seventeen, the normal age when wolves are supposed to shapeshift.

She has two strong sisters who are werewolves and found their mates, but hers is different. She didn't know where everything had gone wrong, but she still wanted to forget everything now and prepare for the party. Daisy selected the most exquisite dress from her wardrobe, a stunning blue gown. She adorned her neck with some carefully chosen jewelry. Despite not being a wolf, she was determined to make an effort to look beautiful for the evening ball. Applying a touch of red pigment from the leaves to her lips, she completed her dressing with the flowery shoes her mother had gifted her a few weeks ago. Closing the door to her room, Daisy joined her sisters and mother in the spacious room, where they eagerly awaited her.

Each of them was dressed in a unique outfit that complemented their skin tones and eyes.

"Mother, I didn't know Daisy would be coming with us," Mirabella, the eldest sister, asked, frowning with a deep scowl. Charlotte had to remind her eldest daughter in front of everyone that Alpha King had invited everyone to the party. Mirabella didn't add any more comments as they walked out of the room and headed towards the palace. Daisy walked behind her mother as she folded her hands together. The village was already flooded with beautiful lanterns floating in the air, and the moon was out, but it was a crescent moon. The full moon bathes the town in its silvery glow. The local carriage parked in front of their house, and they all hopped in.

Daisy's siblings were busy discussing how the party was going to be and the blissful moments they would have with their friends after the party. When they entered the palace, both humans and werewolves were present, and the palace walls were painted gray with a mixture of white. A statue of a wolf stood beside the palace gate.

When they got inside the hall filled with people, the ceilings were adorned with beautiful chandeliers and burning lanterns, casting a warm glow that embraced the hall, making it look more enchanting and mesmerizing.

The girls giggled among themselves, and the people were busy talking with one another in the hall.

Daisy's sisters were approached by their mates, and they began to talk while Daisy stood in one corner with her mother. Gentle music played in the background, and everyone began to dance. The soothing music eased Daisy's heart and mind. She found herself swaying to the music alone. Almost everyone in the village knew she was a weak wolf who couldn't shapeshift, and they couldn't approach her because they saw her as bad luck. Lost in her world, oblivious to everything around her, she didn't even realize she was already among the people dancing until she suddenly felt someone pull her from behind, making her twirl to face the figure.

She could tell it was a male from the texture of the hands holding her waist and the broad chest pressed into hers. "Mi Lord," she started, only to look up, and her eyes met the brown orbs of the man before her. His eyes were burning like a volcano, and judging by his appearance, she could see he was from a strong werewolf pack. His brown eyes stare at her as if sizing her up to check something. His full, pink lips curled up into a smirk. His long, dark eyelashes threw Daisy into a trance state. She was enchanted by his handsomeness. This man before her was undoubtedly handsome, and he looked to be in his late twenties.

"Mi lord, you cannot hold a young and unmarried woman." She muttered when she managed to find her voice back. Looking at the man, it felt as if her soul had been ripped out of her body. Her heartbeat accelerated.

Daisy was stunned that she hadn't stuttered. He leaned in, his lips nearing her hair as he pulled her closer, the rhythmic thudding of her heart echoing in her chest as she grappled with the right words.

"A fragile human like you couldn't be my destined mate. Humans are delicate, aging swiftly, fated to dissipate like a mere speck of dust," he declared before releasing her waist.