Abha

Part 1

*flashback*

I remember my mother telling me the story of how her and my father met. How they fell in love, my mother had a predestined mate at the time but he treated her badly, after a while she had enough and she killed him in his sleep. Werecats, do not have mates, so my father was looking for true love. He came across my mother when she was training the army of young werewolves. He was doing a personal border patrol. He was in his animal form -- A lion. My mother was in her human form. She tells me that when she came across him; she was so entranced by his eyes. She just had to have him. Her words, not mine. My father shifted before her-- still fully clothed mind you. He introduced himself. My mother told me that as soon as he finished saying his name -- Axell; she was in love. She said it felt like a mate pull, even though her real mate was dead. She was so attracted to this werecat as if he were a werewolf. She didn't question it. They talked all night that night, and when it got a little darker.... my parents had gotten closer. Thus creating me. I was born 6 and a half months later, 25 percent werewolf; and 75 percent werecat. The males genes are always dominant-- no matter the species. Now my two worlds were still apart, as I visited my father on weekends. I love going to see him, but his pride disliked me. My mother's pack was much more accepting considering the small amount of wolf within me. 

*end of flashback*

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my wolf and lioness arguing in my head. Something about... pizza? Well, I know what I'm eating now. 

"Abha?" my mother called from across the living room. She was huddled on one couch, I on the other. "Yea?" I replied. She asked me to order some pizza. Two large pepperoni pizza's for me, and two large four cheese for my mother. After I had called the local pizza place; she asked me if I wanted anything from an online store. "Uh yea, I need 10 pairs of new jeans, some ripped some not. New t-shirts, and definitely new hoodies." My mom giggled in response as she placed the order. 

"WAIT! New shoes too, you know what I like" A smile formed on my face as she confirmed the other order. I grabbed some cinnamon swirl bread and popped it in the toaster. Once it was done, I spread a thick layer of peanut butter on top. I had to get ready for training today, I had to "shift" into my wolf-like form when training in my mother's pack. After stuffing the toast into my mouth and washing it all down with chocolate milk, I jogged across the house into my room. After I was showered and my makeup was done, I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and pulled on skin tight leggings. Just after I put on my favorite shirt, a light gray long sleeve t-shirt; the doorbell rang. The smell of freshly baked pizza filled my nose. I heard the door open and my mom thank the person after paying. She dropped my pizzas off in my room. My Nike sneakers were laced up tight and I devoured the pizzas. I left the house in a rush and made my way to the training room. Other wolves were practice fighting and lifting weights and doing other various exercises. Full-blooded werewolves shifted into massive wolves, but those who weren't full wolf-- like me, shifted only slightly. When I shifted, my ears turned into wolf ears on the top of my head, I sprouted a tail, my eyes changed to a gold color and I gained the speed and strength of a wolf. I looked pretty badass if you ask me. After I finished shifting, I trotted over to the deadlift section. I piled 500 pounds onto each side of the bar and hoisted it up to my shoulders. I continuously did squats and when I finished I threw the bar back onto the floor. It bounced a few times before settling. I dropped to the floor and did 100 push-ups, before continuing with non-weighted squats again. Guys stopped their work out to stare at me, a half shifter she-wolf that was able to more than a full-blooded male werewolf. Never mess with a she-wolf. I sent them all a wink before sprinting over to the rope hooked to the ceiling, I climbed it faster than any wolf ever has. Gasps were heard from around the room, as usual. I was quite a sight. Countless guys claimed I was their mate, but as I am mostly werecat, I do not have a mate. 

I do not have the stress of a mate pull. I can go my whole life and not bear children, or have a mate. If I so choose too. I just scoff when they say that. I did a few more sets of deadlifts and left the training room. I never bothered to shift back into my regular self. I just walked home and quickly took a hot shower. Sometimes I would stay half-shifted for days at a time, I dried off my ears and tail. Don't even ask me who my tails magically phases through all of my pants, I have no idea.   

I had changed into black sweatpants and an old cross country sweatshirt. I was quite the runner a few years ago. Since I never went to a real school I had one custom made for myself. I basically lived in hoodies, especially when I was visiting my dad. The hoodies were covered in a lioness scent so the werecats didn't bully me as much as they wanted too. They would just call me a freak as they walked past me. But some of them really had the nerve, not all of them were full werecat, some of them only half shifted because they were mostly Vampire, or Demon. Yet I was the outcast. 

Werecats were a very-- violent race. We picked fights but finished them every time. They snickered and sneered at me, catching the smallest scent of a wolf. The creatures in the Were-World were like normal cats and dogs, they usually never got along but in some cases they did. I- for example am a product of a cat and dog getting along very well. my inner turmoil cut short as I snapped my gaze to my mother, who was standing in the door way clearing her throat.