Yvette's POV
I woke up from the screaming of my brother, Jared. "Yvette! You better get up or else you will get it from me! So get up and make breakfast for the pack now!"
I scrambled up, afraid of getting beaten by the pack. I replied back, "Yes brother, I am coming down soon!"
I quickly changed out of my PJs, into a green shirt and light blue jeans. I did my business in the toilet, brushed my hair, and ran down to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Whoops! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Yvette and I am a werewolf! Cool right! My wolf's name is Yvonne! My wolf's fur is white! My wolf tells me that being a white wolf is really rare! I will get my powers when I meet my mate! I have a brother named Jared. Unfortunately, my mother died giving birth to me, and my dad commited suicide once he heard my mother died from giving birth to me. Sucks right? Worse of all, my brother and the pack blames me for the death of my parents. I am also the pack's slave, so if I do anything wrong, they would beat me. I tolerated it because i want to find my mate! Maybe my mate would love me.
I made a meal for 30 people, the alpha included. As I laid out the food on three different tables, my pack came barging down and scarfed their food down their throats.
I ran up into my bedroom, to leave for school. I packed my bag and ran out of the attic. That's right. My bedroom is THE ATTIC. Sucks right.
