Makksi-

The day before the dinner is to occur, I find myself bored and lounging in lethargy. Excitement eludes me, my kitten videos are currently devoid of entertainment, and dread of tomorrow looms ever in the back of my mind. Arko has even kept his distance due to my ever increasing foul mood.

Having become my inner tiger mere hours beforehand to groom myself, I finally become bored of this task and thus step from my lounge and stretch. It is one of those stretches that feels so lovely and orgasmic yet leaves one’s expression most unbecoming; that one wishes it never ends. But alas, it does.

I look out of my third floor bedchamber window and spy guests that have begun to arrive for tomorrow’s festivities. One can tell which vehicle belongs to which Were, as prides arrive from within limousines, and packs arrive and disembark SUVs and other ghastly hideous vehicles dredged up from the depths of the forest. Theirs are encrusted with mud and dust whereas ours are pristine and sport pride in our appearance.

I remove my attention from the sluggish entourage of, in my highly esteemed opinion, unwelcome guests; to turn back towards my lounge where I then shift back and redress into the garments I had discarded.

“Arko.”

“Yes, Makksi.”

“Where are our…guests…specifically the SilverMoon pack members staying.”

“Second floor, Ser. Next to the west wing stairwell.”

Isn’t that more than coincidence. It just so happens that that is the stairwell to which I frequent.

“I apologize Ser. That is where your Honorable Mother has housed them.”

I almost wonder if this is an intentional move of my Mother’s. Apparently Arko notices the displeasure upon me as he takes barely a half step back. Of course he noticed. He’s served our family faithfully for twenty years, ever since I was four.

With a brief scoff, and a brush of hair to the side, I then exit my bedchamber to make way to have words with Mother. Surely the SilverMoon pack can be housed on some other floor, on some other side of the mansion where I will have but no unwanted encounters with their intolerable young alpha. I have heard tales of his deeds and he is lacking any sense of honor of me, should he deserve any.

Upon reaching Mother’s study, I lightly knock upon the rustic mahogany door before making my entrance. The room, dimly lit and smelling faintly of cigarettes; burns my senses. I have made deliberate attempts to avoid entering such a space if I can, but at this moment, I must.

“Mother. Might I have a word?” I inquire while I look within from the opened door, still looming among the division between study and hall.

“Yes of course, do come in.” she says with slight wave of a hand without making attempt to look towards my person.

“This is unacceptable, Mother.” I announce while taking a few steps towards her grand desk; of which is piled neatly with paperwork that I am yet to become privy to, “I will not be subject to be within the same space as the SilverMoons.”

“Where do you expect them to be housed? Within a staff closet?”

Preferably, yes. “Perhaps the East wing? Any other rooms besides those adjacent to the stairwell I must take.”

Mother simply stares at me and blinks ever so slowly to which I can only wonder and fear for her sanity. Perhaps I have gone somewhat too far with my request, and yet I am in firm belief that I shall not allow them to have access to my stairwell.

“Perhaps we should talk of this later?” Mother says with a defeated sigh, turning her attention back to her work once more.

“Please Mother, I implore you to reconsider. Before they arrive.”

She hums and yet does not answer. Instead she relocates a portion of her paperwork to the side. She knits her fingers together and places them upon the top of her desk and with a slight lean forward and raised eyes, she simply says, “No.”

I feel, and yet combat, the drop of my jaw at the finality of her words. Word. “Mother, please.”

“I cannot and that is final, Makksi. Changing their lodgings would require the relocation of other packs and prides soon to be, and currently, taking residence within the mansion. I do feel for your concern, Makksi. However, this decision is neither up for question or argument.”

With a bow I can only reply to her with, “Yes Mother.” before I turn to make my exit.