I sat against my window nook, on the third floor of my house, or more commonly known as my room. It used to be the attic because my parents weren't expecting a fifth child and they had to put me somewhere and my sister, Jenna, was not up to sharing a room. I liked the attic, it was quite and I could read.
A yell outside pulled my eyes from my book and to the boys running around in the yard. Cam, my oldest brother, tackled Kyle, my second oldest brother, to the ground. Their hair was so similar and dark that from the third floor, without seeing their faces, I couldn't tell who was who. Joshua, my third oldest brother, sat on the ground watching the two of them. Cam was twenty-two, Kyle was twenty-one, Joshua was twenty and my sister Jenna was nineteen. I was the baby, about to turn eighteen in four days.
My brothers and sister all had dark hair, although Jenna's had a tint of red in hers. They all had beautiful blue eyes and were tall with the perfect build. I had thick, curly blonde hair that was so light it almost looked white, with only a hint of gold. My eyes were a dark brown, but they always had glasses around them, even though I only used my glasses for reading. I know, a werewolf with glass, but my dad said that it was because all the reading I have done fried my eyes. My parents criticized me a lot for not being the perfect werewolf, or more so for not being a normal werewolf. I barely reached five foot four and I only had the muscle that was natural to werewolves, so I was slightly toned. I didn't rain, or work or take part in any sport. I just liked to sit down, read, study and curl up next to a warm fire.
My room was large and covered in wood. I had two large bookshelves pressed against my wall, a queen bed, a desk with a tablet and key board resting on it and on the other side of my room was a beanbag chair and a flat screen TV that had dust on it, simply because I wasn't a TV fan. I spent most of my time at my desk or in my window nook. I preferred my window nook because I could see outside and watch my brothers, but I also got to enjoy the serenity of my room, not to mention the wonderful view of my book posters that covered my room.
"Krista!" My mother called at the bottom of my stairs. I set my book down and then headed to my door.
"Yeah?" I asked opening my bedroom door.
My mother was identical to Jenna. Long, straight brown hair, bright blue eyes and a tall, slender body.
"Are you going to the bookstore today?"
"Yeah, I was going to leave soon. Why?"
"Do you mind picking me up a cookbook? I don't have one for pastries."
"Sure." I replied no minding at all, because that meant I could spend a longer time in the bookstore than I had already planned and she wouldn't complain.
"Do you need money?"
"No, mom, I'm good." She nodded and then disappeared down the hall. I went back into my closet and changed my clothes. I pulled on jeans, a long sleeved tan shirt, and a decorative scarf—since I was a werewolf I didn't need to keep warm. I left my hair and its messy bun, which showed off its thick curls and I had a thin layer of make-up on. I rarely wore make-up, but that was a werewolf thing, most of the time our skin was in pristine conditioner and we were naturally attractive so there was no need for make-up. After slipping my brown combat boots on, I headed out the door. I could have driven but I preferred to walk since it wasn't too far way and I had been in the house all day. I avoided my brothers by going out the back door because I knew that they would try to get me to wrestle with them, which I was not in the mood for. I had my money in one pocket and my phone in the other. I did not really need a phone because I was not very social, but Cam always insisted that I carry it in case of trouble.
The walk to town only took about five minutes, but when I got there I saw a group of vampires hanging outside a bar across the street. I made sure not to make eye contact with them because in these parts, vampires were known to be aggressive and I was no fighter. I quickly made my way into the bookstore.
