What happened to being Mates...

So this is my first story on Wattpad! I have read loads of stories and I finally decided to write my own. This is a Werewolf romance story, it might not seem like it at the start but the next couple of chapters will get more into it.

I would also like some help with a cover, I'm not sure how to make one.

Love, that's what I wanted and needed. Growing up my life was hard, my father disappeared when I was young and we never heard from him again. My mother was an alcoholic and my brother didn't really care for me. It's not like he was horrible to me and abused me. No to me it was much worse, he ignored me. He was never home, was always with his friends and never wanted to be home. So I was stuck with my mother, the person who was meant to care and provide for me. She didn't do any of those things, all she did was drink. She basically never worked and got money off the government. That money was suppose to provide food, clothes and pay for bills. She never did any of those things. Every fortnight she would get paid, I wouldn't see her for days and when she finally did come home she was drunk and crying because she spent all our money. Telling me how sorry she was and how much she loved me. Every time I forgave her, I would tell her how much I loved her and help her into bed. This was how I spent my childhood, this was normal to me. I was teased at school because of the clothes I would wear, my bad haircuts and not having any money to do anything. I didn't have any friends at school but luckily I made friends outside of school but I would never bring them back to my house. My house was a dump, I was embarrassed that I lived there. I once took someone there when I was younger, before I knew that my house wasn't normal. I never made that mistake again.

My brother, there's not much I can day about him. I don't really know him. He ignored me and was out of the house all the time. As soon as he turned 15 he moved out and he never looked back. I suppose that was his way of coping with what we had to deal with. I always wonder if he ever thought about me, about us but we never heard from him and I don't hate him for that. I love him and always will his my brother but all I want to know is why he left. Why he left me to deal with my mother by myself, he knew that I was too young to work and that I had nowhere else to go but he still left. Hopefully one day we will meet again and I will get my chance to ask all of the questions that I have to know that answers to.

That was my life for many years, until I finally moved out of my mother's house and cared for me. The only person that I knew I could rely on. It took me a couple of years to get a job, for some reason no one would hire me. No one would give me the chance and then finally I got a job working in a kitchen washing dishes. It didn't pay much but at least I had a job. I worked hard, I was always on time and I was asking for more shifts. I covered for people, I would come in early and not get paid. All I wanted to do was work hard and prove to them that they made the right choice to hire me, It paid off, they soon made me a waitress and I got good tips. This was where it all started, this is where I met him.