I Daire You [On-Hold]

Chapter 17: Even when I'm a werewolf; I am still mucked up.

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Warning: This chapter my consists of content that may be slightly gory and violent. Read at your own risk. 

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Chapter 17: Even when I’m a werewolf; I am still mucked up.

-Daire’s POV-

  I’ve always known my life was a little messed up.

  Why, you may ask?

  Let’s see, where do I begin?

  Oh I know.

  First, even though my father is the Alpha of the strongest pack in the US, I’m born without a wolf.

  Second, I lose my mother in some rogue attack. She meant everything to me, and that hurts.

  Third, I’m somehow selected to attend some fancy boarding school with tons and tons of snobby, gee-you-aren’t-a-werewolf-so-you’re-a-weakling students that look down on me.

  Fourth, I just so happen to meet my mate, who is an arrogant jerk, which is also a future Alpha, and is making out with another she-wolf who hates my guts.

  Fifth, that she-wolf just so happens to attack me with a freaking basketball, resulting in breaking a rib and coughing out blood.

  Sixth, during the night of the full-moon, I faint and go through agonizing pain because my wolf suddenly decides to make an appearance.

  Seventh, as if that’s not enough, guess what? My wolf happens to be the legendary White Lycan.

  Eight, did I forget to mention that the prophecy foretells that the White Wolf is destined to stop or either begin some blood-thirsty war between all species and might have its life ended in a terrible way?

  Nine, my father suddenly decides to tell me and my brother that my mother was also a white wolf.

  And finally, the Lycan Council, who are supposed to be made from the strongest and wisest wolves in the world that keep the peace and such between packs, murdered her.

  Story of my life. Literally.

  “What the hell do you mean by that?” Drake snarled, his voice rising as shock laced through his blue eyes.

  Dad would’ve usually been offended by his son’s tone of voice, but now he just shook his head and closed his eyes.

  “The Lycan Council isn’t exactly what you think they are,” He started quietly.

  “Yeah, I realized that when you told me that they murdered my mother,” Drake spat. My hand snaked to his, wrapping it in mine. He had started trembling, as I know I would’ve too, but as of right now, I don’t think I had the energy.

  “Son,” Dad warned, his eyes darkening.

  Drake growled lowly, though he pulled me closer till I was right beside him. I knew my touch would cool him down. Just like his would do to me. Sometimes I wondered if the bond between a sister and a brother would be stronger than one between mates.

  “Sorry, Alpha,” Drake spoke quietly.

  Dad shook his head, “I know this is a lot to take in, but you must listen.”

  “Dad, just continue,” I whispered. His eyes snapped towards me, softening in the process. I must’ve looked like a mess right now. There were probably deep bags under my eyes, and my muscles ached terribly from that terrible shift. My hair was static and sticking up from random places, while I was shivering.