The Wolf Inside

Prologue: The Beginning

"Daddy, it hurts!" I screamed as tears stained my face.
"I know sweetie, but it'll all be over soon. Trust me." My dad said back to me. His eyes filled with worry, tears, and pain knowing that he can't do anything to help the pain go away.

I was 5, an early bloomer, and I completed my first shift. This is very unusual and rare. Usually for female werewolves, we shift at 16, but my wolf came early and I shifted 11 years earlier than usual. I guess that my wolf was just ready to be set free. Even for shifting early she was big, about the size of the teen-aged guys that undergo their first shift. Male werewolves shift at 15, and their wolves grow more than double in size by the time they turn 18. So it was very unusual that I shifted so early and that my wolf was already so big. The other thing that is very unusual about my wolf, she's a pure white wolf. No mixes of black, brown, blonde, gray, etc. All white, as white as the moon.

They think that since my wolf is a white wolf, that that may have contributed to my early shift. But we don't know for certain.

My parents feared what might happen if word got out about my early shift and my white wolf. They became so paranoid that they locked me in the pack house for 5 years. I was allowed to shift and train, but only with the very few people that knew. As the years went on, my wolf and I continued to grow and become stronger. 12 years after my shift, I'm 17 and my whole pack and the elders know about my early shift. My wolf is slightly smaller than my father's wolf, but bigger than all the other guys'. Including my older brother, he hates that I'm stronger. I outranked all of the guys in my pack, all except my father of course. But we are about the same level in skill and strength. The only difference, he's the alpha of our pack, the White Moon pack. We're the second biggest and strongest pack in the world, right below the Blood Moon pack.

Eventually my parents felt that they could trust others with me, so at 10 I was allowed to shift freely and train with whoever I wanted to. Which would always be my father since all the other pack members weren't that much of a challenge. In combat, I can pin my brother down in 5 seconds. My father is very proud of that. He loves both of us, but anyone can tell that I'm his favorite. My brother is scared that since I'm dad's favorite that he'll make me alpha. My brother and I both have the alpha gene, so either one of us could be the next alpha. My father just has to choose who he wants it to be. I'd love to be the next alpha, but it's not my place, it's my brothers and it'd feel wrong taking it from him.

Since I'm 17, I can now identify my mate, even though my wolf, Scarlett, said that we could find our mate at 14. So for three years I've been able to identify my mate, but haven't found him, meaning that he's not in my pack. I asked my father if I could travel around the packs for a little bit to look for my mate, but he said no. So this year he's throwing me a huge birthday party and is inviting almost all of the alphas in the packs around the US. I hope I find him, my wolf and I are growing antsy and need our mate.

So I decided to write a new story. I've been reading a lot of werewolf stories lately, and figured I could write one. So this is the first chapter. I'll try to be quick with updates, but I can't promise anything.