In His Nature

Rogue

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~~~Dot's POV~~~

"Dot?"

A pair of hands shook my shoulder, and I groaned loudly. "Go away!" I ordered sleepily.

"Dot, honey, you need to get up now," my mom said gently. I responded with a moaning sound, and I proceeded to shove my head under my pillow. I heard my mom sigh, and a second later, my comforter was ripped away from my body.

My eyes snapped open and I sat straight up in my bed. My eyes narrowed as I found my mom standing next to my bed, my comforter next to her on the floor. "Mom," I said slowly, "The whole point of Saturdays is so that I can sleep in until past noon!"

My mom raised an eyebrow. "Dot, it's almost two in the afternoon."

"Really?" I asked, and I glanced around my bedroom. "Then why is it so dark in here?" My mom crossed over to my window and pulled the blinds up. Sunlight instantly flooded the room, illuminating everything. "Oh," I drawled, and I blinked as my eyes were unused to the brightness.

"We have a pack meeting in thirty minutes, and your dad expects you to be there," she stated. "That means you need to get dressed, like, now."

"No offense Mom," I replied through a yawn, "But pack meetings are boring."

"Dot, you're going to be Alpha when your dad isn't able to lead anymore, which means you need to be ready," said my mom. "That means you need to go to the pack meetings to understand what being an Alpha is like."

"I'm seventeen, Mom," I said, "I think I have time before I need to start training for Alpha."

"Dot." My mom sent me a look telling me she was about to pull out the big guns. "Either you get out of bed and start getting dressed in the next ten seconds, or you won't play in your soccer game tonight. Ten."

"That's overly harsh!" I cried, throwing my hands in the air.

"Nine."

"Mom!"

"Eight."

"Seriously?"

"Seven."

"Fine!"

I jumped out my bed and crossed over to the dresser, where I started to pull out clothes at random. "Are you happy now?" I asked my mom in exasperation.

"Yep," she quipped. "You have twenty minutes now, so hurry up." Then, she turned on her heel and walked out of my room. I watched her go and groaned.

Honestly, I was tired of being the Alpha's daughter. I was expected to act a certain way and learn all the ropes to being an Alpha, but at seventeen, I had the attention span of a peanut. I was more interested in the things normal seventeen year olds were interested in.

I liked hanging out with my friends and even going to school. I also loved playing soccer on my high school's varsity team. I'd tried out for the team behind me parents' backs, and they were less than thrilled.

Werewolves rarely played sports on human teams because we were noticeably physically stronger. It took a lot of convincing, but I'd finally gotten them to compromise. I'd play goalie, since it didn't involve running, and they would let me play.

Despite all my teenager interests, I knew I had the responsibility of becoming Alpha one day. When the time came, I could only hope I'd be ready. As much as I hated preparing, I knew the pack would fall to ruin without it. So, I just sighed and started to get ready.