Not what you thought.

Angel's POV

   My name is Angel and I am the first born child of an alpha werebear, making me the second female in line for the alpha title in almost three thousand years. For as far back as I can remember, I have been training to take my place as alpha, while also trying to stay strong against all those who would rather one of my brothers take my place.

   Being that in the supernatural world, we come second in size and power to the clan of the Dragon hybrid family. It makes others think my training should be harder than it already is. I train with our elites and they train like there was a war in 2 days time. My mom and dad are both elites, so while I train for my alpha trial, I'm also training for my elite's trial. I leave for both in 2 weeks, being gone a total of 2 years, and when I come home I will be 20.

   While 20 is a little young to run a clan, it's old enough to go to college. I want to take over my mother's business, she runs a personal bodyguard like business. It's not just for supernaturals like the elders would have liked. Mom sees our gifts as things to be used for good outside of our clan, so anyone that needs someone looked at, or after, is welcome. My parents are teaching me to be fair and have always told me that stepping outta myself sometimes may help with decisions.

Right now I am packing a backpack of things I am going to need for both trials, I'm not taking much due to all of dad's crazy military stories. While holding a suitcase above my head is nothing to me, I would much rather not be THAT alpha's kid with all the crap. I packed like I'm going to stay at my best friend's house for the weekend.

   As soon as I zip my bag up,both of my brothers, who, mind you, tower me by at the very least a foot walk in. I'm 5'2 with warm tan skin like my mom. We also share hair color and length, black and to the small of our back. I have red eyes like all alphas of our clan, but I also have a sunflower of grey in my eyes. I'm basically the perfect blend of both parents. Meanwhile, my brother Harvey has mom's face and dad's build, while Denise is dad's twin through and through. Everyone has a muscular build but the guys ,of course, are jacked.

   Right now, me and Denny have an ongoing competition on who has the most ink and sadly, he is winning with 28 tattoos. I have 20, but have drawn a whole sleeve with a total of 12 tattoos in it. Harvey has 8 or 9, but is more into the security part of mom and dad's company, he's the baby so we give him that. Denny wants nothing to do with the business or council, he had already planned to be a tattoo artist.

"Angel mom says you're gonna run 10 extra miles if we beat you to training, but we love you so much we came to get you. Ya ready to go?" Harvey asked while tossing me my sneakers. "No! I said 'let's leave her to run'. she ate my last cupcake! I say she runs 20 extra!!" Denny is a little mad at me right now, but he'll get over it when I show him my new tattoo. It's something I have based on our family with our clan symbol in the middle he might just faint "Look here you blackhole of a bear, you had 15 of the 20 cupcakes that I made and it was my cheat day, so YES!!! You fat fart I ate one!!"

   Just then dad walks in, "Harvey I thought I told you to come get your sister, and Denise why aren't you running your laps?" Dad looks at my bag then just nods and walks out. Bro that old fart is weird as hell.
After 8 hours of hard core training, the rest of the clan is just getting up and I was getting ready for school. While most kids my age are in 9th grade, I'm in 11th because I skipped a couple grades. I'm taking 12th grade classes with some college courses sprinkled in. I refuse to be a dumb anything let alone a dumb alpha.

   School was the same as it normally is, the teacher doesn't talk enough and my best friends, Jasmine and Marco, can't stop talking. It's finally lunchtime guys and all I want to do is sleep. These trials are stressing me out. I know I still have two weeks, but it's like I can't help but worry.

"Right Angel?" Marco's voice brings me out of my thoughts and back to the world of the living. I'm SO lost in the conversation it's scary, So I do what any smart person would do. I just look at him and he looks at me. we stay like this for about 45 sec before Jaz says, "she was not even listening to us!! Here we were pouring our hearts out to her and her ass was out in space. Oh I'm not taking your ass anywhere to eat, you can have her Marco!!" Marco looks at Jaz then me and just shrugs, "looks like we are going to poppies!!! Bye Jasmine." Thing is, I know like he knows like she knows that he's not gonna leave her.

   After school, I have alpha training with mom. Before you say anything, yes I know my mom is Luna, but that makes her just as much alpha as my dad is. They are equals and another reason I can't wait to find my beloved.

As a werebear, the more dominant partner has dreams of the other and has to find them. If they decide at any point they don't want a beloved, then both feel the bond slip away and find a chosen mate. Though the connection is not as strong as what Selen gives us, it's still there.

Selen is the moon goddess. She is the mother of all shifters alike. Many say when you need her most, she will show herself to you and put you on the right path.

Today's lesson was about mates and how it has become almost normal to have a human as a mate. "Though the human may not be as strong as us physically, they have strong hearts and have learned to live through even heartbreak. I don't know a supernatural being yet to say they have done that, so Angel if your mate is human, please remember to be as patient as can be. They are figuring out how our world works just like you are theirs."

   Clapping her hands together she says, "ok lesson over your father needs us both in his office. Something about lost change.... or was it lost chances?" I swear mom was a goldfish in her past like, it's the only way to explain well.....her.Dad is sitting in his office waiting for me and mom. His desk is a red oak stain U-shaped desk on the far wall. His bookshelves are an Ebony oak stain and all 8 of them were full of books. I think we literally just ordered him 2 more. Geez, this man and his books.

I sit down and wait for him to start, but like always my brothers have the best timing. They just walk in, not a knock to be heard. "Why did you ask us to meet here pop? I thought you were grilling by the pool? The steaks are seasoned and I even caught a boar!!!" I swear Denny needs to be checked for a tapeworm, all he does is eat and draw. Dad looks at mom who just nods at him. He sighs and looks at me.

"Oh shit I'm not gonna like this am I?"