I heard my dad moving about downstairs, there was a big crash. He must've fallen over. And must be drunk. Again. Like usual.
"ALISHA." My dad screamed downstairs, I slowly walked down the stairs, no clue what to expect.
"Yes?" I said looking at him. His skin was ashen and he had a beard coming along. He looked like hell.
"You moved your mother didn't you," he yelled at me with a hard tone to his voice.
"Yes, i did," I said with a strong voice. He glared at me, this isn't what he didn't want to ask. He was wanted to ask something else.
"Wheres my money? Also did you win your fight?" Dad demanded.
"I won my fight and heres your money," I said handing him, $150 a mixed amount from, my job at a local cafe and street fighting. I kept 75% of my money, I'm saving up for the medication and surgery for Mum, also need money for food. Otherwise I'd die. Plus i need money just in case I lost a fight, because he always wants money. Greedy pig.
"Go to your room," he said and I rolled my eyes. Technically he shouldn't be allowed to say that to me when I was paying for rent and all the bills in the house. I did it anyways, it's not smart to get on his bad side.
Tomorrow was my birthday, I was turning 18. When you turn 18 you get officially accepted into the pack. Yes I'm a minor and I street fight, but they honestly don't care. As long as they see a good fight nobody complains.
I had been looing forward to this day since i was little. The day you can brag about, where you are officially apart of a pack, before you are under your parents memberships. Once you find your mate and some people change packs, then you can start being apart of the pack in the hierarchy ect.
The only problem is that I can't leave my mum, she's on the verge of death, and then she'd be alone with my dad. I'm not too far off the amount I need to have to start her treatment, I think one more fight then I will have enough.
I quickly undressed and put on an oversized shirt, then went to the bathroom, then washed my face and brushed my teeth. I got in my bed and went to bed almost instantly.
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I woke up to a silent household, my dad and mum had probably forgot that it was my birthday and were asleep. Typical. That didn't matter to me though. I had the day off school to be accepted into the pack. I was running late and was supposed to be at the ceremony in 1 1/2 hours, and I still needed to get ready, that takes ages. Trust me.
I got into jeans and a white sports bra, I put my wig on and heavy makeup. I pulled my hoodie on as I walked towards my dodgy car.
My street fighting car was way better but I couldnt have people recognizing the car, then they'd put two and two together. No way I could have that.
I pulled up at the pack house. I was awestruck, I'd only ever been here a few times, and every time it still impressed me. I opened the heavy door, and walked inside to where the reception sits. Yes they had a receptionist, packs are weird.
"Its my 18th birthday today and I'm here to be officially accepted into the pack," I told her amd she nodded. I think I was the only one who was being accepted today. She led me through a door to a hallway, then through another door.
The Alpha, Beta and Delta we're sitting around a table joking around. Then receptionist knocked on the door, and they all turned and looked at me.
She pushed me inside and left.
"I haven't seen you around the pack house before," The Alpha said.
"I live in a small house with my mum and dad just outside of the pack house," I explained. "If you dont mind me asking, what are your names? Because i know you as Alpha, Beta and Delta. My parents never taught me your names, or i didnt have any classes with you in school." I explained to them confidently.
"Well I'm, Damian," The Beta told me.
"I'm Dan," the Delta told me.
"And I'm Ash," The Alpha told me, I nodded, now to forget their names.
"How about you?" Ash asked me, he tilted his head to look at me.
"I'm Alisha," I told them and they nodded.
"Would you like to move into the pack house?" Dan asked me, of course they would want to know that.
"I would love to but I can't for personal reasons." I told them, I saw the curiosity going through their eyes, but they left it at that.
"Would you like to get your pack tattoo?" They asked me and I nodded, hopefully I didn't look too eager.
They took me to the tattoo parlour in the pack house, I've never been here
The man there asked me to lift up my shirt so that he could do it on the lower side of my stomach.
I sighed, seeing everyone watching.
I had a few tattoos on my stomach, some people who played close enough attention would see notice that they were the same as Night Howlers, but I did it anyway, well lifted up my hoodie.
I saw the guys look at my six pack and my tattoos, the guy started on the pack symbol on my lower stomach.
I just sat back and enjoyed the feeling.
Out of all of my tattoos, my favourite was 3 little birds on my back. They represented my 3 favourite things in life.
Family.
Street fighting.
Music.
You may not know, but I love music.
I sing and play the guitar, I used to do little pub gigs before I came a street fighter, but it didn't get enough money so my dad told me to stop it.
He finished up the tattoo it was beautiful, I was finally apart of something.
I smiled at the guy and put my shirt down.
"Why can't we smell you?" Ash asked me, the curiosity going through his eyes.
"my dad doesn't want anyone smelling my scent," I admitted.
They nodded at me.
Great move Alisha, now they are going to suspect us.
Shut up Alice, she always seemed to butt in at the worst moments.
"We are going to need you to transform, and run with us," Ash told me and I nodded, I don't think this was apart of the ceremony, but I didn't care, I haven't transformed since I was little.
Ash led me to a collection of large change rooms, I took off my clothes then I tied the clothes to the back of my leg.
I changed into my wolf, I was a Snow White wolf, and my mum had told me I was a small wolf. But I didn't look that small.
I walked out of the room, and Ash mind linked me to meet them outside, that's how we communicated. Weird. Right? You can hear their voices in your mind.
I walked outside, and I saw 3 massive wolves outside.
Geez, I knew that I was short, but my wolf doesn't have to be short too.
The size difference was about half a meter, but they varied in hight as well, which is huge when you're on all fours.
It's like a dachshund next to a Labrador, okay, not that big of a difference, but you get the picture.
I may be short but I was extremely elegant and a fast runner, the only thing I remembered from when I used to transform.
The boys started up at a slow jog and I easily kept up with them.
'Snow White let's see how fast you can run' Dan mind linked all of the group, I have a feeling that this name will stick.
I smiled and let Alice take over.
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