Super Wolf

Chapter 2

Dedicated to xCrystal_tearsx because I love her book, 'I'll always be there for you' :)

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So, in short, I wasn't joking when I said I was awesome. I bet you agree with me now, eh? 

And even if you don't think I'm awesome (and you'd be terribly wrong), I can confidently say there are hundreds of grateful people that do. Now, now. I'm not the most personable werewolf around, and definatley not the most tolerable. I can go Hulk when you piss me off. And no, that's not a warning. Its a promise. 

Speaking of 'Hulk,' here comes my personal favorite part of being me. 

I'm a self-proclaimed mother-effing superhero. 

And now, I can barely hear myself think over the thundering sound of panties hitting the floor. 

So let me clear something up. 

Strong? Yes. Brave? Yes. Dominating? Yes. Boy? NO! 

I know, the name can be a little confusing. "Brinley, what kind of a name is that?" You think I haven't heard it before? But I'm just as female as your next 'I-don't-touch-anything-that-isn't-pink' typical teenage girl.  I'm just not as feminine. I like to think of myself as the best of both worlds. I can kick your ass, and look sexy as hell while doing it. 

"Brinley Amber! Where have you been!" I cringed at the shrill sound of her voice. 

Okay, just because I was a superhero didn't mean I wasn't still scared of my mom. And by the way, only she can call me that. Don't even try it. 

"I'm home!" I called back. I had been trying to sneak in through my window inconscpiculously, but my mother's super-sonic hearing made it near impossible to do. Plus, she knew me too well. 

Before I was even in my room all the way, she had stomped in, slamming the door into the wall as she pushed her way through it. Her hands were on her hips, curlers in her shoulder-length red hair. I looked up at her sheepishly, as I closed the window behind her. 

"Where have you been? It's..." She checked her wristwatch. "Its near five a.m. young lady!" She sounded suprised that it had gotten so late, and I could tell she was fuming. 

"Mom, I was out with my friend." Lie number one. 

"What friend, Brinley?" she asked, sounding disbelieving. 

"Emelia Baggs," I answered with a shrug of my shoulders. Lie number two. I thought Emelia Baggs was terribly irritating. Not to mention she was terrified of me. 

"What were you two doing?" she asked, narrowing her eyes in on me. 

"We fell asleep while watching a movie." Lie number three. I hated movies. 

"So that's why you didn't answer your phone?" Now she was acting odd, and I knew she had seen through my lie. She was just asking me to dig myself deeper. 

"Yes," I said dumbly. Lie number four. I hadn't even brought my phone with me. She dug in the pocket of her fluffy purple robe, handing it to me with a chastising glare. 

"We paid for the damn phone, Brinley. Use it." With that she stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I rolled my eyes. I knew she must've been worried sick. But seriously? I was Brinley Easton. I was kick-ass. Nobody was going to hurt me. 

Now, where had I actually been? I was busy being a super-hero, why of course. 

That was why I loved living right outside New York city.