It's true. Happiness could be bought in a bottle. I stand happily under my shower, enjoying the hot water and the smell of happiness.
The stuff that came out of my new and very pretty pump bottle smelled like wild flowers, a little floral, a little grassy, and a whole lot happy. The shampoo was so foamy that I was really quite surprised when my whole head suddenly lathered up and the foam started slopping down my back before I even really started rubbing it in. I could get used to this, beautiful clean happy smell.
There is only one cloud on my horizon at this point: How am I going to go back to my old shampoo when I've finished this one?
But I'm happy. I'm smiling so wide on the inside that the smile's slipping out on my actual face.
After washing and conditioning my hair, I made a face at my body wash, which was nice, but nothing close to the magic in my new bottles. Maybe I should find a new body wash too. I wonder how much my showers are going to cost per day. I'm estimating $5 including heat and water, its a conservative estimate.
All I need in life is my mum's cooking, a can of coke, two hot showers, and my bed. It's all the comforts of home. Throw in the occasional burger and milkshake, and I will be content for the rest of my life.
Okay, that's a lie. Eventually, I want my own phone, my own car, and my own mate... In that order, and a fancy watch, and a cool grown up wardrobe... eventually.
But I don't need any of those things now. What I need is my beautiful bed.
I leave my bathroom to go to my beautiful bed. There is an unnaturally big lump in the middle of it.
"Savy!" I yelled, "you're in the wrong bed!"
My hair is still wet. I was going to plop on my nice bed and write in my diary till it air-dried, but there is Savy the little quilt mountain in the middle of my bed.
Mount Savy stretched out and stuck her head out from under my quilt, "I don't understand, we have the same sheets but why is your bed so comfy and sleepy feeling?"
Because it's well used? Hahahaha. It's got my sleepy scent all over it. Okay, I know there is no such thing as a sleepy scent. But I swear my bed is like a cure for insomnia.
All our lives, Savy had come to my bed whenever something kept her up at night. I've caught her more than once, napping in it too.
"Can't sleep?" I asked as I wriggled into the bed next to her. She scooted over to one side to give me room.
"This bed isn't big enough for the both of us." Savy grumbled.
I raised my brow at that, "You can always go back to your room."
Savy growled a little and pulled my quilt a little higher. The both of us had the quilt up to our noses. I sniffed it, the smell of laundry detergent layered over with the smell of me and my new happy shampoo.
We lay there side by side. Saving facing the ceiling, and I on my tummy, diary laid out on my pillow, I clicked my pen to start writing, but then Savy spoke, "Was it selfish of me, to not have told them that my mate was human?"
Eh? "What do you mean?" I asked her.
"I'm worried." Savy sighed, "What if everything is because my mate is a human?"
I thought about it, "Lizzy could also worry that it's about her amazing blue-eyed mate."
"No, hers was just a normal meet your mate dream." Savy insisted.
"What makes you think yours is different?" I challenged.
"He's human?" She answered pointedly.
"How sure are you about that?" I challenged again, "Did he say so?"
Savy was quiet for a while, "You still can't discount it. What if he's the reason for the war?"
Yeah, whenever humans get into our history books, it usually is against a backdrop of inter-species war. Our last great war was caused by a human... or two or three and eventually a whole army of them.
"He could also be a key to end the war." I offered the other example of when a human would be mentioned in our history book." There weren't that many examples of great wars, even though the Lycan world was constantly fighting around us.
"He could be just your mate and have nothing to do with this war." I told her.
And then I asked, just to be safe, "Did he by any chance look evil?"
Savy laughed, "No."
"It's going to be okay, Savy." I told her, "At any rate, it'll probably be my mate that's the troublemaker... rebel army and all that."
Savy laughed softly, "Our Luna is going to be a troublesome one, huh?"
I made a face, "What? Is that all you have to say?"
"What if I'm the Luna?" I asked, remembering Gamma Harry's input at the meeting just now.
"I'll still say the same thing." Savy grinned.
Yeah, I've got my new comeback now. If anyone ever points out I'm nothing but trouble again, I'm going to say, "You think I'm trouble? Wait till you meet my mate!"
Actually, trouble was all around us. Cossetted by the false sense of security in Green Packland, we often don't notice the wars all around the Lycan world.
Rogue attacks were common for almost every pack. It varies from packland to pack land. In the Green Packland, right next to warlock land, it's pretty average. Rogues attack on an almost monthly basis, usually in a attempt to steal medical, armory, and food supplies.
In bad cases, they kidnap children and women for ransom (best case scenario) or for sale (this is pretty bad). Lycan slave trade is a lucrative market in some vampire covens.
Usually the rogues attack Morning Light Pack (nearer to the warlock lands for easier escape) or Lorent Pack (their extravaganzas are like a rogue magnet) or if the rogues feel down and out, they target the other smaller packs sharing our green pack land. When this happens, it's for the slave trade.
Our pack always send warriors to give chase... Morning Pack will try to block their escape route... But we don't always get the SOS in time to move out. Grrr....
In some packlands, they also have war between packs. In our continent, it's not that common. Maybe once every decade, so far none in green pack land, because Morning Light had no Alpha to lead any war, Alpha Lorent and my dad were more diplomatic type wolves, and the smaller packs were really quite small, like maybe 30 to 50 members each, and while they do have the occasional fights, it usually blows over by the next day, and as long as it did not involve more than ten wolves in the fight, it doesn't count in the statistics. More than ten, gets Dad and Alpha Lorent and the green pack land council involved.
Large scale wars between packlands had never happened. It's very hard, some say impossible even, for so many alphas to join forces. There can be only one alpha, and they usually end up fighting to see who gets to be the King Alpha of the packland.
There had only been one successful united pack land army. It was in every history textbook. In order to make a combined effort against the vampire covens surrounding them, particularly the Lycan slavery practiced by these covens, Alpha Aaron of the Black Forest Pack had summoned all the packs of the Black Packlands together. However, there was so much squabbling and infighting, the resistance against the vampires proved futile.
Undeterred, Alpha Aaron went to Plan B, which was two decades of warring to defeat and absorb all the other packs into his, followed by another three decades to destroy the coven strongholds and free the lycan slaves.
Now the Black Forest Pack was the largest of all packs in our continent, with almost two thousand members and 800 warriors.
Inter-species war like the one the Black Forest Pack waged against the Vampires were more common. Lycan VS human/vampires/warlocks, in order of frequency. Does it surprise you that there were more wars started by humans in our world than any other being? Humans like to start wars and can conjure all kinds of reasons for it. Vampires on the other hand, had never started an inter-species war ever. Their wars were usually territorial among themselves. But when it's Lycan VS Vampire, we were always the perpetrator, usually because of territory breaches and the age old Lycan slave practice. See, we had real reasons for it.
And every few generations, there would be a great war, usually triggered by a human or warlock, and then fanned or fueled by the vampires. And then ended by the Lycan, or by another human.
Sooner or later there would be a war. It was said that every generation would face a war of some type. Honestly, I had hoped that it would have overlooked our quiet Green Packland this generation, I think we were all hoping that. But the Moon Goddess was pretty clear it would not.
Now our best hope would be a short war, with minimum casualty and damage, short a sweet - with our pack victorious, of course.
Savy's deep breaths told me she had fallen asleep while I bored my diary to tears with my account of Lycan war history. My hair is dry now, I lie down and close my eyes.
Dream and little dream of me