Blue blood

***ABIGAIL MEADE*** In the lightened room. Candles on top of the dresser. The mistress who had them shut the lights, the blinds, and every opening revealed direct sunlight. She wanted the blazing red hot heat. Fire. She was all alone in her room going through her lines for dinner. In the great house Meade. We are honored as the longest generation of werewolves. We have the greatest strengths, wits, and superiority of the mind. We birthed prodigious packs. We grew loyal packs. We are the dominant in these parts. The community has no hold on us because we are the pillars of the community. Lunas and Alphas let us have a wonderful evening to feast. And cherish the nitty gritty and the grandiose.        “That’s just about right,” she smiled into her mirror.  She was the perfect daughter. The perfect sister. She wasn’t the youngest nor the oldest, but was the most promising child of the three. Although her parents pressured her at a very young age. She had started hunting at age 11. She led