waiting on snow... it never comes.

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Chapter one

I breathed in the thick, woody scent of the forest, absentmindedly crushing the snow that I cradled in my hand. In three days, all this would be gone. I would never find my peace, release in the snow capped woods again. I slammed my fist against the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes, but it was short lived, the tears would practically freeze my eyes shut in the cold weather. Besides, I refused to cry. Not here, not in the safety of the forest, not anywhere. I just simply refused.

Dad was becoming the Alpha of the Nightrose pack. Apparently there was bloodline mix up, and they found out that my dad, Ben Kenneth, was the true and rightful Alpha. Which meant I was the future Alpha also. My eighteenth birthday wasn't for another year, so I didn't have much to worry about in that area of change, but I was more focused on the transition and the comfort of my wolf and how she would take things. I blew, amusing myself with the puffs of vapor swirling around in the crisp, Alaska air. My heart hurt again, and I knew I was going to miss this place out of my damn mind.

My name is Isabelle Kenneth, I have long light blue hair with light green streaks and crisp, bright blue eyes. I wasn't the typical femme Alpha, which was rare in every way. I was the quiet, reading and hang with genuine friends type. I bet if I'd known I would be Alpha someday, I wouldn't be different. The worst part of the whole Nightrose pack thing, was that it was in California. The bane of my existence, in state form. How could they except my wolf to go from Alaska to California? I felt sorry for her. I worried then. How would I get my escape down there? Surely there was a palm tree forest or something. But no mind clearing cold, no frolicking in the snow amongst friends from birth. Literally. I would never get to create the same bonds, have the same connections or the same friendships with any other people.

I got up and dusted the snow off of me. I had to finish packing, and I had to see if my passport is in the mail. I prayed it wasn't. As I stepped up to my front door I slipped my spare key from my boot and stuck it in the lock. It was warm. I had a brief memory of Mom telling me that if I kept doing that, my keys would start to stink. I smelled my key. Still fresh Mom, I thought to myself. My brief light mood faded as I walked straight into a stack of boxes. Thankfully they were empty, and they toppled over. My mom gave me a half glare, and I reached to straighten them.

"You should finish packing up your room, Belle." Mom said, not looking up from her pile of dirty dishes.

"Never." I was fighting this as hard as I could, for as long as I needed to.

"I'm being serious. We're leaving in a very short amount of time." she scolded.

"Trust me, I don't need another reminder." I sighed.

"And look on the good side, we're going to California. Warm beaches, cute boys, maybe even find yourself a mate." she dried her hands and rubbed my back.

"Mom, you scare me when you talk about my love life, which is non-existent."

"And to top that off, future femme Alpha. That is the achievement of four lifetimes." she patted my back like I had accomplished something. Even that I owed to my bloodline. I just replied politely and shut myself in my room. Already more than half of my stuff was in boxes, and all I had left to do was pack up my overflowing closet and bed comforters. My walls looked awkward stripped of pictures and posters and calendars and schedules. I looked solemnly out of the window. l held up two fingers, kissed them, and pressed them to the window as I said my goodbyes to my old life.