Miss Alpha Werewolf

Chapter 1

So, here I am, at the doorstep of my mother's house.

The mother that I once lost when I was only six years old. Thirteen years ago, I was kidnapped, and if not for the sweet lady who happened to be walking her dog at night, the man who'd taken me from my family would've gotten away. I couldn't search for them then; I wasn't old enough and I never understood when the lady would smile softly at me, brush my hair back and say, she'd always love me forever.

It didn't take long for me to understand what she meant. A few months later, she had uttered her last words to me, a quiet smile resting on her lips as she let out her last breath.

Right now, I'm standing in front of, what I believe is my family's house, seconds away from knocking on the door and possibly, face them once more. Something smells weird in this house, but given the time we were apart, that doesn't seem to be much of a difference.

I bring my hand up to knock, but the door is suddenly opened, a somewhat familiar 18-year-old face stood at the doorway.

"Scott?"

My voice came out shakier than I'd like to admit. I swallowed the lump on my throat, daring myself to keep looking at my sibling as he nods in shock.

"Scout," He whispers out. His eyes were slightly bigger than before, honey-coloured orbs staring back at hers.

I nod, feeling the tears form at the corner of my eyes.

I was frozen for a few seconds, mind malfunctioning and heart racing. I really was standing in front of my brother, after so many years. Once the shock subsided, I dropped my bags pulling him into a hug, my arms holding him tight as his wrapped around my torso, squeezing like as if he was making sure I was real. I could hear faint sounds coming from inside the house, light footsteps making themselves more present and getting closer.

"Who is it, Scott?"

I pull away from the hug, sniffing and rubbing my palm against my nose when I saw the woman behind him.

Thirteen years ago, my mother had slightly longer slightly curled hair, clean and soft features with delicate hands and a gentle smile, one that reassured even a terrified wolf.

Today, she was rocking some nice curls, some of her hair tidied behind her head, showing the neat hairstyle resting on her shoulders and, the few wrinkles on the corner of her eyes gave her a slightly older look.

"Scout," She says, eyes wide and body tense.

I didn't exactly know what to say. Should I say hi? Call her mum, or stick to Melissa, since it's been a few months?

"I–"

By now, there were tears streaming down my cheeks and, honestly, I didn't know what to do. Before I knew it, her arms were around my shoulders. Her warmth had always given me a sense of security, and it seems that that has never changed.

"I can't..." She started saying, words not quite expressing what she wanted to say but as she pulled from the hug, her expression told me what she wanted to, no words needed.

Scott placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly and the two glanced at each other before looking at me. With a small smile, Scott nodded his head, gesturing to get inside the house and I followed suit, letting my mum guide me to the living room.

After she'd insisted to get me some tea, some of the shock had decreased and Scott kept me company in the living room. Even though, we were both sat in silence, there was no space for words. Soon, mum came back with a cup of tea and I began explaining, "after that night, an old woman found me in the woods he had thrown me at. We were in an entirely different state, and it had been weeks, apparently I was drugged. I don't know what happened but, they couldn't find you." I say, eyes still blistering with tears, "she adopted me, then. It seemed like the only option she had."