Alpha Vincent

Prologue

Prologue

"Would you like some help, Ma'am." I say without thought, almost as if it was a habit. Habits the people from the kindness pack would only display. My hands reach under the oak brown colored paper bag in an attempt to pick it up. I had underestimated the weight of the groceries piled up to the brim of the bag and all I could think about was the burning ache in my shoulders as I waited. The lady opened her house with ease and cracked open the pristine white doors while making inviting eye contact . In those mere seconds I stared deeply into the myriad shades of golden surrounding her pupils. The intricate designs of gold that weave each surface of her iris was a common shared trait for this pack. Freakishly enough, everyone had them here.

"Step right in" She replies with a sweet smile that seemed so genuine, warmth spread through my veins.

I slowly walk into the house and observe my surroundings. The house was wide and spacious but the structure made it seem like a shoe box. It was one story house with an inviting feeling. Each deep white oak framed window was propped up by vibrant plants and the walls were a shade of jaunty yellow with the corners slowly peeling off. Each decor and design seemed perfectly planned to give this place warmth. I giddily walked to the kitchen and for some odd reason was surrounded by a mental warmth. Something about the mahogany kitchen set and the homey kitchen cloths gave me a sense of what a loving childhood would look like. I begrudgingly got rid of these thoughts and placed the groceries down on the counter and caught a brief look at the writing on the bags.

"Thank you for shopping at Wolfmart"

Wolfmart being a commonly used local supermarket, it didn't surprise me that she shopped there.

The deed I had just done, did not require a thank you. As a kindness pack citizen it is an obligation to be nice and helpful to all those around you.

As the woman turns to her smooth metallic fridge, my hand reaches out to take a shiny looking watch just laying on the kitchen island. A small smirk stretches on to my face and my eyes undoubtably are twinkling. With slick movements, the shiny little thing is in my pocket and with a kind smile I leave that woman's house. Never trust a pretty smile, deceptions steal with charisma, but they're always senile.  As I make my way out of her house, I take a minute to look at the simple low level picket fence that surrounded this lady's house and all the copy pasted versions that surrounded the rest of the houses My eyes absorbed all the myriad of shades of green that blanketed each lawn. The "mandatory" vibrant flowers planted in the corners, alway of course begged for attention as they grazed the fences almost eagerly waiting. The houses all identical in shape and size followed down the side walk. In this pack life is about fitting into the cookie cutter utopian society and being the "same" helps you do so.

Many cars are parked next to the side walk giving be consecutive mirrors reflecting my werewolf genes. In today's world with the extinction of humans, the subjective form of "unattractive" has diminished greatly as our genes provided us with the enhanced looks needed to survive. Funny how humans and animals work. So knowing this I considered my self an average looking with long blonde hair and blue eyes and a slightly curvier frame around my hips. I lack a lot in the chest department, with a bra barley holding up my non existent size A boobs.

Lost in my thoughts, I barley realized I reached my destination. I morbidly opened the creaky deep oak door into the cold unwelcoming hands of my "house".

The slow uneventful events of today made me think to much. Thinking is bad. As I stand in the solitude of my room, my eye yet again wandered over to the details. The wood that lay on the surface of the room possessed the same hues of honey oak and Burnt umber as the tree it came from. Occasional dark and light marks were ingrained on the particular slab I was stood on, each that started a story that was never told. An enchanting combination of bitter cold and pure excitement nipped at my heart, and I knew tonight would be important. My nose crinkled as the cold seeped into the base of my bare feet leaving the skin on my arms rough with goosebumps. Ominous brittle silence surrounded the room and laid on my skin like poison, waiting for a moment it could've paralyze my heart with its boring qualities. I shook my head at my own imagination and averted my attention to the walls that surrounded me.

The walls were coated in a color that many would see just two hours from midnight, a dark shade of navy blue. It blanketed the insides away from the outside world, made it feel safe and sound. But I could see the small stains of underwear pink that outline the deep corners of the wall. I craned my neck over to see an odd looking mirror, framed by spindly pine, graced the right side of the wall. There was no drapery that covered the luminescent window that resided in the left corner, no pictures, the room looked plain and lifeless.

I sigh and pull out my book of dreams. Pulling off my worn of shoes, I collapse on my bed with my precious belonging. Being in this pack never felt natural, never felt right. I felt that I had another place, another calling, another dark and deceptive side. A pack that would accept my nature. "The Deception Pack 1989" the bold letters on the back of my parents picture read. Ive always knew i belonged there. A Place to get away from all of this kindness.