Becoming the Wolf

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring a random song on the radio. I groaned and reached over to hit the snooze button. It was the first day of my senior year of school and I was not at all prepared for what was to come.

I really enjoyed school and received good grades but after a long fun filled summer spending time with my best friend Sam I wasn't ready for the early morning wake up calls.

My mom called upstairs to make sure I was up, "Isabelle you better get your butt out of bed or you'll be late on the first day!" I groaned again and forced myself to sit up.

I had to let my eyes adjust to the light flooding in through the window. My room was a mess after spending most of my last week of summer at Sam's house. I looked around and cringed at the sight. My room was large, I had a queen size bed in the center of the room against the window directly across from the door. There was a dresser on the opposite wall near the door and I had a nightstand on either side of my bed, an alarm clock and random small items on the side closest to my bathroom, and an antique lamp on the side closest to my closet. I had a walk in closet with plenty of room but currently there were clothes scattered around my everywhere.

I pushed myself off the bed and made my way towards the closet. As tired as I was, I wanted to try to look my best on the first day. I wasn't expecting to see any new faces but I should always be prepared.

I walked into my closet and started digging through the tons of clothes that I had. I decided on a black tank top and black skinny jeans, wandering over to my dresser I dug around until I found a nice matching set of black lacey panties and black lace bra. I had never been intimate with a boy, but it was always good to be ready just in case.

Heading to the bathroom I glanced at myself in the mirror and sighed. My dark red hair was tangled and sticking up every which way but I was thankful that I had gotten a full night's sleep and there were no bags under my bright green eyes. A point for me, I thought. I shrugged off my pajamas, which consisted of panties and a T-shirt and started the shower. The water was warm and relaxing and I spent more time than was really necessary standing under the spray and just enjoying the feeling.

After about 20 minutes I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my body and hair in a towel. I decided to wear make up today since it was the first day of school and chose to apply a small amount of foundation and some smokey black eyeliner and shadow. The dark colors contrasted so well with my red hair and green eyes that black had become a major part of my fashion choices. Not to mention it came with the amazing fact that it made me look like a badass.

I used a blow dryer on my hair which I didn't normally do, but today was a big day. Once it was dried I used my curling iron to give myself some bouncy curls. I pulled on the outfit I had picked out and opted for some ankle high black heeled boots and pulled on my favorite leather jacket. I was a friendly person but I loved looking dangerous and sexy at the same time. After another look in the mirror and making sure my makeup and hair were still in order I headed down to the kitchen.

I walked down and took in the wonderful scent of bacon and pancakes and sighed in relief. My mother didn't cook very often because my dad had never been in the picture and she was always working to support us as a single parent. I had never met my father but I had heard stories of how crazy in love my parents were before, one day when my mom was pregnant, he just up and left. She never seemed to feel any kind of resentment towards him, which came as a surprise. But she was a strong woman and I couldn't imagine her being anything but the hard-working, woman of steel she was. She was so strong and I couldn't help but hope that I would be as strong as she was.

"Good morning, honey" she said as I sat at the island in the center of our kitchen.

Our house was a decent size despite the fact that there was only hers and mine income. Once I turned sixteen I started working for a local diner to help my mom with finances and I made pretty decent money doing so. Our house was a nice little 2 bedroom on the outskirts of town. The outside was red brick and the walls of the house were lined in flowers and bushes that my mother loved to care for in her spare time.