The Werecat Alpha

Prologue

Prologue

Edited

The name's Cheyenne Peters. I'm 19 years old and part of the Sun Dawn Pack.

I'm not an important part of the pack. Well, that depends on how you look at things. I'm used as the punching bag of my pack.

Whenever anyone's irritated or had a bad day, they'd come from work, from school and just let go of their frustration... By beating me. I'm weak. That's why they do it.

I wish I could tell you I'm used to it. But I'm really not. I wish I was though.

I wish I could tell you I was used to everyone beating me to the pulp when they felt like it... Sometimes they even do worse.

I wish I could tell you I was used to the look of hated and disgust that fills my brothers eyes when he looks at me. I wish I could tell you I was okay with my best friends playing along with it too.

I live in the attic of the sun dawn pack. The roof is slanted to make the room triangular and the room is tiny.

I'm a werecat. A useless one at that. When I shift I turn into a black cat. A small little cat with golden eyes that contrast with my jet black fur.

In human form, I have pure green eyes and long blonde hair. The clothes I am given to wear are either extremely tight, or extremely loose.

Depends on what torture I endure.