I couldn't help but watch them leave, making sure they all were out the door. I couldn't take another second being around them. I was put on edge by their aura and once the door closed behind them I breathed out a sigh of relief. I wish to hurry to my room but judging from my mother's gaze I wasn't going to be granted that.

"Zoyanna where do you think you're going?" She asked as her fingers tapped against the glass of wine she had just finished. I held my tongue as I stared at her. I didn't want her upset with me, I had to stay on her good side for the night. "I was just going to go work on some homework." Lie. I'm lying straight through my teeth and I know she knows that I am.

I wait. She stares at me before giving a faint flick of the wrist.

I was released and I didn't waste a second in getting out of there. I climbed the stairs that stretched into a circle. Once on the second floor, I sped walked past my sibling's room, my room was at the end and theirs was on the sides. I prayed their doors were closed seeing as I know I'll be pulled into one if they weren't.

"Zoy is that you?" Crap, I may not have been wanting my siblings but I definitely didn't want to speak to my father. "Yeah, it's me?" I hope I was able to hide my disappointed tone but judging from the look that crossed through his brown eyes I knew it didn't. If I was lighter you could see the flush of embarrassment show on my cheeks. I silently thanked my mother and father for both being dark skinned.

"Come sit with me." I entered his office as he turned his eyes back to the files in front of him. Looking around I took notice of the new pictures that were put up, must have been the maids doing their daily clean up. I picked one of all of us up in it. I couldn't help but smile at the happy faces that were shown.

In our family we are all dark skinned with my dad and Elyze having brown eyes, while me, my mom, and Malik had light amber eyes. My father was a handsome man with a shiny bald head and a set of white teeth. He was the tallest in this picture though now him and Malik rival in height. Malik was a spitting image of him and anyone could tell that he was my father's son.

I turned my attention to my sister who was a spitting image of my mother. Shoulders back and a full set of curls on her head. She didn't show teeth in this photo once again mirroring my mother with a small smile as she stared at me. I was a split between both my mother and father and my mouth was in a full blown out smile.

"I remember when we took that trip to the mountains." He laid his hand on my shoulder and I leaned into his comforting arms. I loved my father, I was glad he was here to hold me. Most wolves weren't blessed with the keeping of their kin. I thanked the moon goddess every day for them, I don't know where I would be without them.

"Is there something wrong love?" My dad wasn't the questioning type and when he did ask a question you knew to answer. "I was just feeling a little on edge from the vampires." He nodded his head. "I wouldn't blame you, they are a mysterious line of creatures. How long did it take you to figure it out?" I knew I could lie and get away with it but what fun would that be. "It took me a little minute but I figured it out once my feral starting acting a little on edge."

"They do put us on edge, centuries of hatred towards another can do that to the spirit of a feral. I'm thankful for the peace agreement between the supernaturals." I couldn't disagree with his statement, years of war ended over a simple piece of document. I turned away, pulling away from his embrace thankful that he didn't put up much of a fight.

"I'm going to go chill in my room for the night." He nodded his heads and I thanked the god the topic wasn't brought up. I couldn't deal with another night filled with argument and I guess he couldn't either because he let me go.

Walking out, I closed the door behind me and all but sprinted past my sibling rooms. Once I made it to my room I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. I didn't want to deal with them earlier and I sure as hell don't want to deal with them now. I felt a slight pang of guilt but I quickly pushed it away and collapsed onto my bed.

Mom would be shaking her head at how unladylike I was being. Past me would shake her head also, but she wasn't here. I was. I stared at the ceiling above me and thought back to my childhood when I made the decision to paint it a fiery orange. I always admired the color and couldn't help but wish to sink into the warmth that it held.

I grabbed my headphones not being able to resist the sweet tauntings they held as they laid before me. I needed music, I craved its ability to pull me into the waves. Crash and drag me under the feeling of complete serenity. I could never understand the effect it had on me but I thanked the moon every day for the blessing. I don't know where I would be without it.

I clicked on my personalized playlist and allowed myself to get lost in the beauty of pianos and various other instruments. I idolized those who were able to create such elegance at the tips of their fingers. I wished to be able to do that through my fingers refused to keep up with my mind. Mom forever ago giving up on making me a musical prodigy.

A groggy feeling overtook my eyes and I didn't stop the slow caress that took a hold of my mind. I didn't wish to fight with the soft flow of harmony that mixed in my head, I didn't wish to and I didn't want to, letting my eyes do as they demanded.

I simply closed them and drifted into dreamland.

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