Alpha Red

Prologue

Prologue

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"I don't understand." Grandma sighed.

I looked up into her bright blue eyes. She had long shining white hair, and a wrinkled face. "Why not? I'm the Alpha of this pack. I can't just go galavanting when ever I please."

"Hony, it's school. You should experience at least something normal in your life."

I look back down at my computer and laptop side by side. I start typing on the open document on the laptop. "Unlikely."

"Fine! Be a stubborn teenager! See were it get's you." Grandma said as she got up and walked to the door.

Still looking at my screen, I said. "Technically I'm not a teenager anymore than you are. I could be considered an elder!"

"Smartass." I heard her mutter as she shut the door.

I laugh and shake my head. Granny has always been a teenager at heart. I stop typing, and lean back in my chair. I remember everything that happened-that caused me to be where I am today.

The year was, 1537 and I was six years old. In May of that year, my entier family was murdered. My Mom, Dad, older brother and younger sister. I was left in the care of my Grandmother. Our pack needed a new leader, but at the time I didn't know about werewolfs. The next ten years, people in my village were killed by wolves. My pack had gone crazy without an Alpha. My Beta tried to stop it, but he to had also succumb to the wolf instincts too.

When I turned sixteen, everything became worse. On that day, I learned about werewolves, and what actually killed my family. Rouges, or wilds. They're like rouges, but they aren't human anymore. On that day, every family in the pack gave me something red. A red dress, cape, neckless, hair tie, boots, braclet-almost any you could think of. The village started to call me Red. Not original since it is also my last name, well shortened at least. Redmontion is my last name, but everyone calls me Red. And very few outside my pack actually know my full last name.

I was-am 5'1ft tall. I have long coffee brown wavy hair, and bright green eyes. Because of my looks, and last name, the village thought I looked liked a child wearing red. I probably did.

At midnight I shifted. I killed every human in my village before my pack could control me. When the neighbouring village saw the damage, and saw wolf prints next to human. They made stroys about monsters who are hiding in human skin. That they need to be hunted, and killed. That village became hunters, to destroy us. We got away with it because my pack had also been ingured, and had thought us as humans. They thought wrong. Though when they realized this, it was to late. We were long gone into the wolf realm.

Two years later when I turned eighteen, I stopped ageing. I don't know if I will ever start, or if I will forever be frozen at eighteen.

But ever since I took reign over my pack, we became stronger, faster, and closer. We became a family. We may be small, but we have a large territory, and the best fighters. Packs ask for our help if there's a rouge attack, or other pack have attacked.

There hasn't been an attack on our pack since 1646. That doesn't inclued hunters though. Those basterds try to kill us every chance they get. But, they only want the 'beast', not the human. So, we never give them the evidnce to get us killed. That doesn't mean they don't try to trick us.

And now, the year is 2015 and I still look eighteen. I'm over five hundred years old, and look eighteen. I don't have a mate, and am Alpha of a small but strong pack. And worst of all, my Grandmother wants me to go to high school.

I go back to typing on the computer, but I can't focus. Would it really be that bad to go go school? To have one normal thing in my life? I sigh as I lean back in my chair. Ugh, great. Now its all I can think about.