Autumn Brown

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I wake to the amber glow of the street lamps shining through my window

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I wake to the amber glow of the street lamps shining through my window. I grab my phone of the side. One text. Hastily I open it:

Tomorrow are you coming hunting? The guys want your ears for the trip... no surprise there you do have the best ears. You in or not?
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I smile to that. It feels good to be complimented even if the person that sent the message is your best friend. Best not to worry about it now. I guess I'll go on the hunt... That's more fun than fight practice with your alpha (who hates you).

I lie down again but no matter how hard I try I just can't sleep. I swing my legs over the bed and slip silently out my bedroom door not letting it creek or move at all. I slide down the banister and land swiftly at the bottom of the stairs. In one motion I curve round the kitchen door and open the fridge. Iron bru helps everything. I like the silence of the night... if a night isn't silent you know something's wrong. I've never known why but that comforts me somehow.

The kitchen door creeks. I spin round to see my eldest brother stood in the door way. His brown eyes groggy and his blonde hair a mess.
"What's up?" He grunts roughly. My grip tightens around the bottle in my left hand. I shake my head.
He raises an eyebrow.
"Somethings wrong. What?" He says in his business voice.
"It's just everyone giving me more orders than they can remember. It stresses me out, ya know?" I sigh. He nods and walks out. I finish my drink then follow him upstairs. I fall onto my bed and fall asleep slowly.

I wake up late... as usual. I through on any thing I can find. My black jeans with holes in the knees, a grey t-shirt that has a yin yang ,the symbol of our pack, on it and my black timberlands. I grab my yin yang pendant, shove my beanie in my bag, grab my bag and leather jack before clambering onto my motorbike.

Hooray. Its school.


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