White Wolf: Inspire Me

Chapter 1

-I would really recommend attempting to read the first book first (White Wolf) if you don't you may be a little confused at parts. -

I stared at my long tangled hair in defeat. I knew I was going to have my mom brush it, again. The only problem with this is, it would be proving my mother right and she's always right. I don't know how my dad stands it, even I get annoyed.

"Sam get off me now." I growled as Samanther grabbed on to my sleeve.

Sam was insanely beautiful, with long brown hair and bright blue eyes, she used to have both of our parents eyes which she lost, along with her friendliness and her love for all things. She had cheek bones to die for, boys always fell head over heels for her, and she knew it. She also irritates me. She gets everything she wants, when ever she wants it. She may look good on the outside but if the world was blind, she wouldn't impress a soul.

"Mom wants you. And she said now, so sorry that I tugged to hard but damn you don't have to snap at me." I glare at her as she leaves but then once she's gone my face softens. I honestly pity her, she'll have nothing but her looks once schools done.

I grab my brush before I head down stairs where my mom is standing by the front door looking impatient.

Now she's a sight for sore eyes. Even at 33 she looks like a teen, with not a wrinkle in sight. She has piercing green eyes that can destroy anyone who looks at her, they for some reason reminded me of the jungle. I think it's because you get lost in them so easily, and there are so many types of green. Then, in the very middle there's a lavender tint. Her hair was ruthless, putting to shame everything that challenges her beauty. It was shortish. It's that kind of short that isn't really short but isn't that long. And it was thick. And her body, let's just say it's no surprise that she still kills men with a single glance at her age.

Next to her stood Christian. My brother. An ignorant, bratty, ungrateful, handsome, wealthy, prince. And I'm not joking. He stood 6'1, with piercing blue eyes, my fathers eyes. Where as I had my mothers. He had my fathers build and his bravery. He was also charming like my dad, but other then that he lacks intelligence, and remorse. He's about as ruthless as my mothers hair.

My father. A perfect person to look up to if you were my brother or sister, but for me he was just another man in a suit. He stood a proud 6'4. And he was a quiet man, unless he was around my mother. When they were together they could talk for hours. But eventually their talking would Change into arguing and that would result into my father sleeping on the couch for a long while, because as I said before my mothers never wrong.

And at last there's me. With my mothers hair only about two shades lighter, and eyes I inherited from both of my parents, I stand a small 5'5. I'm the smallest of the family with my sister and mother both being 5'8. I was the forgotten one. Maybe it was because I wasn't the tallest, or the prettiest, or maybe because I didn't play any sports. But some where along the way my family had excluded. And it wasn't that bad, I would get the occasional smirk from my brother awkward hug from my father. My mom was really the only one that knew me. She was my best friend.

"Hey mom." I said walking past her trying to maybe get to the car before she can hurt me. No she doesn't abuse me, it's just, she would have to brush my hair.

"Cameron get back here." She sighed. I have her a sheepish smile before retreating back to her. She gave me a knowing look before she took my brush and turned me around.

"Good lord what have you done this time? What were you doing that made your hair so knotted up?" My mom gasped. Her voice was sweet like sugar at the moment meaning her and my father haven't seen each other yet. When they do, her voice turns bitter.