Wolf Spirit

8 • The Next Day Pt I •

I woke up, my eyes fluttering open, blinking I stare at the ceiling realising where I am. Groaning, I sit up and frown, confused. I'm still fully dressed. Oh. I must of fallen asleep last night. Argh! I knew I shouldn't have taken a 'rest', I should have known that I would fall asleep.

Oh well, I'll have to do the homework later on tonight, at least it isn't due today. I feel much more refreshed, all week I've been up late trying to keep up with cleaning, cooking food and trying to do my homework.

So much had happened yesterday and it was all too much for me to take in on a Monday morning. It's funny how quick things can change, never would I have thought on Sunday evening that the next day my life was going to change in ways I had never even considered. But it has, now I have to get on with it, however I feel so much stronger now.

A new sense of confidence and strength has overcome me, maybe it's my wolf, or just the fact that I know now that I have more power than most people at my school.

Before I can do anything else though I have to find myself. And that includes working out my newly found power of mind reading, or as I call it, the hearing-people's-voices-that-I-really-don't-want-to-hear-in-my-head power. I've still got school though, I'm not going to suddenly ditch it to find a family that I'm not actually sure exists. Luckily I don't have much longer at school left, I've got my birthday coming up, then school until September when we finish.

I glance over at my clock, it reads 6:45AM. Oh no! I'll have to be really quick now getting ready, I need to start breakfast at, at least 7:00AM. Fantastic. That means I only have fifteen minutes to get ready! Jumping out of bed I rush over to my wardrobe pulling out my uniform. Then I rush into my tiny bathroom to wash.

Once I've put my uniform on I put my hair up as usual in a ponytail - the same as always. I glance at myself in the mirror - good - I thought, at least I look presentable. After putting on my school shoes I run to my bedroom door and open it, rushing out and down the stairs.

Everyone is still getting ready; the same as everyday. Apart from the adults though, they're in the adjoining house next door. I basically look after the teenagers, we have the whole house to ourselves as it's too hectic with all of us in one building.

As I have always done I clean the house and cook the food, in return for nothing, apart from the roof over my head. But who should have to work for that?

I have always lived here, ever since I was eight, and the Alpha decided that I was apparently capable of looking after myself. The four years previous I had been looked after by one of the lower pack members; an omega, they used to treat me fair enough, unlike everyone else. I learned to cope with the pushing about I got and name calling. I had to, it was either that or get abused everyday - you grow up pretty quickly when you have no parents.

The adults next door have their own "helpers" to do everything they don't want to. Their "helpers" are basically the omegas of the pack, like I said - a wolf's rank is everything in my pack.

I am so tired this morning, I really don't care if everyone has a go at me when I get back - I'm just doing them toast. There are forty-five of us living in this house, and yes it is very big. Everyone living in here is aged 13-19, the people my age were the first ones to move in here. Everyone younger has followed when they turned thirteen. All of them hate my guts; they detest having to live in the same house as an omega - if only they knew.

I walk into the kitchen, my regular routine and head straight for the cupboard with the bread in. I grab the bread I need and put it In the toaster.

Finally, everyone's breakfast is done, I put the plates on the counter in our dining room under the heater so it stays warm.

Grabbing my toast I walk out eating it and through the front door; now with my school bag. Like usual everyone isn't leaving yet; unlike myself. The cold wind bites at me but I don't feel it, well not as I do normally.

I imagine it is just another weird and wonderful thing for me to look forward to when I shift; all my senses are picking up even more each day. I just hope I have control over whose voices I hear in my head for the rest of my life, It wouldn't be possible for me to cope with everyone's thoughts from the house in my head.

I haven't heard anything so far, so maybe it's just like when I was at school yesterday - I have to think about the person to hear their thoughts. I abruptly snap out my trance, I've been so deep in thought and walking so fast that I hadn't realised that I was literally almost at mine and Skye's meeting place.

Gosh, do I have a lot to tell her. I bet she won't believe it, or just laugh it off; but then that's what any other person would do. And Skye is definitely not any other person.

I've still got yesterday to explain about as well - running out of class. Skye should be understanding though, she is the only one that ever has been. She lives at another pack house down the road, in a different pack as well, with her parents. I love her parents - they are as nice as anything and treat me like their own daughter, make me feel loved.

Skye belongs to oakwood pack - they are the most powerful pack but treat their members with the upmost respect ever.

So far no one has been able to beat them.

I would love to be in their pack - I would be so much happier, but I'm bound here at fleetwood pack. The nasty, money hungry pack. Whose only power is in their money.