The Girl that Ran with Wolves

When we first moved to Beacon Hills, three days ago I thought that I would absolutely hate it. But after only three days I had already started to love this town. My father had moved my younger brother and sister and I from New York. NYC just had too many bad memories. Beacon Hills was a fresh start for our pack. Oh yes I should mention, I live with a family of werewolves. Our family has had werewolfie-ness or whatever you want to call it, for as long as I could remember. My brother, sister, and father were all wolves where as I was the only one who missed the gene. My mom was gone. So it was up to me to raise my two siblings. Dad wasn’t usually around; he was either at work or doing some weird alpha thing. He always said he was protecting us but I knew what it really was. Abandonment. I had never gone to college because I was too busy taking care of my family and pack mates. It was a small pack all things considered. Just my alpha father, beta brother and omega sister. I was  22 and my brother was 16, and my sister 14.Alexa was a mix of my father and my mother. She had my mother's fire red hair and my father's steel gray eyes. She was tall, 5'9. My brother however, was a spitting image of my father. With his brown hair that fell down over his steel gray eyes and tall, muscular build, he could have easily been a younger version of our dad. I didn't look like either of my parents. I had black hair that had one small wave that flowed down to my ribcage. I had electric blue eyes that no one in our family had. I was 5'6 so it bugged my that I was shorter then both of my siblings. I trained with them though. I ran and tried to keep up with them, and it was amazing that I could but only for a bit. I could hold my own against a wolf but in the end they always seemed to overpower me with their brute strength. I was older then them, old enough to have finished college. I had never gone though. To busy taking care of my two idiots. People that were 22 shouldn't have to worry that their siblings would come home alive. But i did have to worry. Otherwise no one would. I had in rolled Alexa and Will the local high school. School started in two days and I think that I was more nervous for them than they were. Alexa would be a freshman and Will would be a junior. I do have to say it’s hard getting a pack of teenagers settled into a new town. Their alpha was one that wasn’t there often and he was a crappy father in general.

                I had told Alexa and Will to go explore the town and meet some new people. I needed to get used to this big house in the middle of the woods. It was a two story house with a basement that we would use for training. Weights and mats were scattered around  the lower level so I started to haul everything down there. Four hours later and the basement and first level were set up. I left Al and Will’s bedroom stuff in the rooms they had picked out. I believed in letting them have the freedom to express themselves. There were two spare bedrooms left over so I put the spare beds in there and left it like that. It was a big house overall. Way to big for us. So why had our father bought this house? I shrugged it off figuring that it was the first house in our price range that was had a big enough basement for training. That was what my father only thought about. Training his two kids to be big bad strong werewolves. I guessed that was what Al and Will were doing as well. Marking their new territory. I hoped to god that there weren’t any other packs in the area. It would be a disaster if two packs lived in such a small town. They would rip the place apart. But if the packs could somehow be joined then there would be a bigger, stronger pack. But there couldn’t be two alphas of course. Either my father or the alpha of the other pack would die. None of this needed to happen. I frowned and dug through the boxes I had packed until I found my speakers. Plugging them into the nearest outlet in my room, I put my phone in the dock and turned the music up. I danced around unpacking, without a worry in the world. I had no idea that in three days, when school started, that my whole life would change.