Archer

ONE

ONE

GOD, I HATE SCHOOL

For what it's worth, I'm quite normal. Apart from the fact that I can transform into a huge, hairy wolf on command, but that doesn't count. Neither does the fact that I'm the daughter of one of the most powerful people in the world. Nope. Absolutely not. I'm as normal as it gets.

I'm also notorious for being quite the liar.

There, that's all you need to know. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to tell you more.

In wolf tradition, birthdays are celebrated with vigour-every birthday means something to a werewolf. Well, most do. When one hits puberty, on their next birthday, they begin talking to their wolf. At thirteen, they shift for the first time, and at sixteen-sometimes seventeen-they find their soul mate. It's pretty straightforward, really. Except, of course, in my case. I'm just one of those protagonists with that extra thing that makes them special, and this is it. I resent that.

I've grown up with a voice in my head, and no, before you ring up the mental asylums, it's my wolf's. I've always had her little presence in my mind, and puberty came with no new surprises, except for my premature shift. See, that's not unheard of, but someone shifting at age eight really isn't too healthy, or so I assume. I mean, I grew up fine, didn't I?

Yeah, no.

God, I hate introductions. They're awkward beyond belief, and they always make me sound like a bloody conceited prick, and I really don't appreciate that. I'm not that full of myself, okay? Just because I expect everyone to acknowledge my superiority when I'm in one of my moods, doesn't mean I'm self-centered, does it?

So, I'm going to skip the rest of this awfully painful introduction, and get on with the actual story. Hopefully I'm not as much of a shitty author as my mother made me out to be. "Honey, this comma goes there", my ass. I can control my own commas.

With the rest of my developments happening prematurely, I half expected to be a thirteen year old who knew exactly who they were going to end up with, in life. Probably some dickish Beta from another pack, who expected me to 'tame' him and his bad boy ways; or some Gamma with co-dependency issues. Female children of Alphas are hard to come by, because usually the Alpha gene deposits itself right into the Y chromosome, and when the rare occurrence of a double-X comes along with Alpha blood and a persuasive voice, it's considered to be quite the boon. Usually they're-or should I say, we're-mated to Betas or Gammas from other packs, so both of them could settle their differences and become allies, or even join into one massive pack, or whatever other conclusion they end up coming to.

Really, in this lifestyle, we have no say in things.

Thankfully, though, I didn't have to go through the painful-as I assume it would be-feeling of knowing my soul mate at twelve. The goddess is seriously twisted if she'd put a child through that-knowing that a prepubescent boy who'll wolf whistle at anything with legs, who's elixir would probably be acne medicine, is the one who they're supposed to spend their entire life with.

But, after all, I'm turning seventeen today, the fateful day where I'm supposed to bang my mate. We're supposed to stay celibate until our mates come along, but not many people really adhere to that anymore. Well, at least most of the males don't. Females tend to have a tad more control over their hormones, here in the wolf world.

Being honest, here, Alpha Females have tougher Heats than any other wolf, and they also get their heat like a human would get their period. Every. Fucking. Month. Well, we get periods too, but that's not currently relevant. I have needs, and I have sex to get rid of the Heat, so boo hoo. My parents weren't too happy with the mess that became of my room, but they shouldn't have expected any less from me. Violence is my middle name.