They drift down the dark alleyways to the forgotten backstreets I live on. The sounds are adrenaline pumping, dance-worthy beats that suggest the kind of life the more wealthy live. The poor demographic in this Pack is low, with every one person living in poverty, there are five wealthy. I just happen to be one of the few who don't have enough money to survive. I make it to my small apartment by the time the sun falls. It's a modest little thing I bought with the funds from father's death.

The moment I am rich enough, I'm donating all the money I have taken to a charity he would have liked to support. My bed is one of guilt. Actually though, it's just a couch I lay some blankets on. It can get cold here by night, on the outskirts of the city, so if I don't have enough blankets, I'll use some towels. There's a note on the couch when I walk in. Tossing my bag on the floor, I pick it up. It's from my sister. Hey lay, Me and Dylan dropped by this morning but you weren't here ... Wanna drop by mine? Have some exciting news! Best sister ever, Sky.

I chuckle, shaking my head at how she decided to declare herself. As much as I hate visiting my sister's home - seeing her living in wealth from her husband - she clearly needs to talk to me. Knowing her, it will be complaining about something Dylan did, since she loves to blow everything out of proportion. I toss a coat over my shoulders, deciding to walk to her house instead of paying for a taxi. Sky doesn't live too far away, but it means traversing through a richer neighborhood. By the time I make it to her house, it's dark out, the air ice cold.

Her house is lit magnificently, which doesn't surprise me. Her want to outdo her neighbors is ridiculous, but she hardly listens when I remind her. She knows how much she has changed since father died, but doesn't really care. Why should she? Sky lives a life everyone is envious, especially coming from our poor neighborhood. I knock on her door, eyeing a garden gnome beside me. Seconds later, the door swings open, as if she was waiting for me. And there was my sister, cheeks rosy from wine, eyes bright with good news.

It's strange to see her so flustered like this, her usually sleek black hair all mussed and out of place. "Quick, get inside," Sky insisted, ushering me in before closing the door behind me. I don't don't spend much time concentrating on her expression. She's redecorated ... Originally, she had kept with Dylan's theme that was rather dark and indistinct, however, she has now managed to completely change the design. Now, I'm looking at a main foyer room completely drenched in pink, white and gold. It's all very ... Sky. I can't believe her husband would let her.

"Wow," I say, my eyes narrowing on the random vase of fake white roses in the corner of the room, propped on some kind of marble case. "Nice change." Sky bites her lips as she links her arm through mine. "Finally Dylan relented. Anyways, that isn't important." She drags me over to a small two seater couch, sitting me down without joining me. There is something in her dark eyes that make me nervous. My sister is naturally beautiful, and she likes to use that fact to get whatever she want.

She'll flick her sleek black hair over her shoulder, flash her gleaming white teeth and she will have everyone at her mercy. It never works on me though. "So, why did you call me over?" I question, leaning back onto the stiff couch. I can imagine Sky only has this because it looks nice rather than for the comfort. "You know how Dad used to be obsessed with getting a ticket to the Alpha of Desire's party since we were young girls?" I swallow. Sky and I don't talk about father that much anymore. She never visits his grave sight, saying it's too morbid and decrepit for her tastes.

His sickness hit us hard, and it is still hard to think about the man who raised us after our mother died at birth with Sky. We choose not to really talk about the family neither of us have. "The exact party he was never invited to, yes," I point out. Sky squeals like a young child, jumping up so her heels click against the expensive flooring, probably leaving a mark. My hands are in hers as she shakes them around. "I applied for the both of us, and you'll next guess!" All air expelled from my body.

"We got invited!" "I don't believe you ..." The moment I uttered those words, Sky was running out the door in a flurry of long hair and a pretty green dress. I debated following her, however, she was back in less than a second, holding a pristine piece of paper that as she got closer with, I noticed smelt like blueberries. She shoves it in my hand. Dear Sky Thorne, We have considered your application. We are happy to say, you and your sister have been accepted into Alpha Asher's annual party! Your invitations will arrive in four days, along with your instructions and gifts.

Congratulations, Alpha of Desire. Alpha Asher