My Life As A Werewolf (MINOR STORYLINE CHANGES)

#1. What Happened Before

Hi, my name is Mindy Rose Burgess. I'm a werewolf, and have been living with the werewolf pack since I was five, when my family died in a car accident.

When I was only five years old, my family and I were Christmas tree hunting, in the mountains, just like we did every year before Christmas. We had just finished loading the tree into the bed of our Ford pickup truck, so my twelve year old sister, my ten year old brother, my mom and dad, our husky and I all loaded into the pickup, after a couple of snowballs being thrown, obviously.

As we were driving down the road, my dad, who was driving, hit a patch of black ice, and as he tried correcting the truck, it slid off the road. we flipped at least three times, landing on our roof. there was blood everywhere, some coming from me, and the rest coming from my family. as I was in the middle, since I was the youngest, I had to climb over my sister in order to get out. as I was doing so, I expected my sister to yell at me for moving, since I was bleeding a lot. When she didn't, I realized that something was wrong. I got back in, and shook her hard, telling her to stop faking and wake up. when she didn't, I started crying, and screaming for the rest of my family to wake up, because I noticed that none of them were moving either.

When it dawned on me that they weren't going to wake up, I managed to crawl out and fall asleep under a tree, where there wasn't much snow.

I don't know how long I was out, I just know it was dark when I woke up to the sound of dogs sniffing, and started crying. "It was all a really bad dream." I remember thinking, I then I saw that it was a wolf, not a dog. When it walked over to me, I started sobbing, because I thought it was going to eat me. (Give me a break, I was only five. I had a big imagination.) The one wolf, who was pure black with a single stipe down his back, looked behind him, and barked at the others. They all came over to investigate.

Then they started to change, and I fell silent. When they finished changing, there were three men, and two women, fully clothed, thank god (remember, I was five...). They started talking to me, telling me that my family was dead, (Thanks for the update, Captain Obvious.) and that I had to go with them. I as wary at first, because stranger danger, duh. Well, that and the fact that they had been wolves a couple seconds ago.

I went, but I had no choice really, and they took me to their home, which they called a den. Guy that had been the wolf with the white stripe told me that this was his pack, and he was the leader, or, Alpha, and his name was Jay. "That's with a capital 'A' child, since it is a title." He had said. He also told me that they were all werewolves, men that turned into wolves. "Or as some of the other members put it, wolves that turn into men. It depends which way you see it." interrupted one of the women. The Alpha glared at her, and she ducked her head.

He told me that I had two choices. I could stay here, and become a werewolf when I came of age, or he could deliver me to an orphanage. He explained what they did in the pack, and what the different parts of the pack did. He then told me to go to sleep, and to tell him in the morning.

I became part of the pack. That was fifteen years ago.