Half Breed

A/N: So I finally got a good idea for a werewolf book! My other one was and okay start, but I think this one will be better. Comment your thoughts please! Thank you! <3

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Prologue

"Lyra, we can't accept this kind of behavior here. You understand what we might have to do to you if you keep acting up, don't you?" Beta Trey asks, his voice growing softer. I guess I should feel lucky that the Beta of our pake has a soft spot for me. Otherwise, my ass would have been out of here a long time ago.

"Yes, Beta Trey. You'd banish me, forcing me to be a rogue." I reply, biting the inside of my lip. They would never banish me--would they? Not like it would matter. My life's a living hell anyway, why not add to it? I bite my lip harder, trying to keep certain thoughts out of my head. I keep my face a stone, showing no expression. I've been in this office enough to know how I can act without getting my ass in major trouble.

"You know I don't want to do it, but if you keep pushing the envelope like this--" Beta Trey started his speech. That saying never made sense to me; pushing the envelope? Hmm. My eyes lost conact from his as I looked aorund the room. I knew the whole place like the back of my hand, so I found myself daydreaming. I was always in trouble. Beta Trey always handled the High School's deliquents, leaving the Alpha to maintain the whole pack. Seemed pretty stupid to me, but seeing how I'm just about the only one that ever gets in trouble, I guess Beta Trey never really had to do part of his job until now.

No one found it surprising when they found out I'd spray painted the school, slept around, or gotten so drunk off my ass that I'd picked fights with upperclassmen. Parents just shook their heads, girls sneered, and boys smirked as they tried to figure out how they could get in my pants. I was used to it. I didn't care what anyone had to think. I didn't care about anything.

"I know you're dad not being around and then your mother passing has been hard but--"  I can feel my eyes blaze golden as I yank  my gaze back to Beta Trey.

"My mother has nothing to do with this." I spit, my heart clenching. My mother's been gone for over five years--no use bring her back now. I mentally shove the thought of her away and try to regain control. My wolf burns to come out, to pounce on Beta Trey for even mentioning her. But I'm almost 100% positive that would deinfietly get me banished. My eyes close and my grip on the chair lossens. "And you can't even call that man a father--let's juat call him a sperm don--"

"Lyra." The Beta's voice is thick with restraint, automatically shutting me up. My wolf may be pissed for him bringing up my mom, but she difinietly sits still when he sounds like that. I glance up at Beta Trey, a smirk still on my face from the mention of my father. No one has ever told me about him, but from what I've concluded, he was just a sperm donor pretty much. A jerk that knocked up my mom then left us. "I'm sorry to do this, but there has to be a punishment for your behavior today."

"Awh, come one, Beta Trey." I snicker, a gleam of mishief in my eyes as I remember what I did. "It was just Mr. Davis. You can't tell me it actually hurt him when I chunked the soccer ball at the back of his head. The wolf is huge; I'm sure he's fine." I try to keep from laughing. Mr. Davis--our trainer at the school--had pushed me a little too far when we were playing soccer today. He was trying to show me the right way to do this certain technique, but I swear the man has a grudge against me. To show me, he  gave the example himself with me as the opposing team. Well, I found myself hitting my back on the ground. Hard. So he found a soccer ball to the back of his head. Oops.

A muscle in Beta Trey's eyebrow twitches, his face set into an angry expression. Beta Trey's not very old--only around 32--but with this expression he looks like he's in his fifties.

"Lyra, that's not the point. The point is that you acted on your rage impulses instead of thinking clearly like your supposed to. Have those anger management classes even doing anything to help you?"

"See, about that. I don't go." Beta Trey sighs, stress lining his forehead. I almost feel bad.

"We're going to have to--" Before Beta Trey can finish his sentence, the door to the room opens and no one other than the Alpha walks in. He's in his late twenties, and unlike other packs, he's not very much of a looker. But that doesn't mean he holds no power. My palms get sweaty just looking at him.

"Alpha Flynn!" Beta Trey smiles happily and shakes the Alpha's hand. "What's brought you here?"

"Just thought I'd check up on what's taking so long." The Alpha turns to look at me, and I try not to flinch. His eyes meet mine and he smirks before looking back at Beta Trey. "Is this the girl that always has you busy?"

"Yes sir." Beta Trey looks at me with sympathy before looking back over at Alpha Flynn. The Alpha looks back down at where I'm sittign with digust.

"So this is the dead wolves daughter. The one that causes all the trouble in my pack." I cringe at his first words. the dead wolves daughter. My inner wolf howls with pain at the mention of her, and I take a deep breath. My blood starts pounding, and everything I hear starts to echo.

"Yes sir, but-" The Alpha ignores Beta Trey's explantion.

"I don't need a troublemaker wench in  my pack. Especially one without a parent to watch her. Not that that woman could have raised you right anyway." My hands clench around the arms of the chair I'm sitting in as I glare up at him. Did he just say that about my mother? Who the hell does he think he is? He may be the Alpha, but he's not going to talk down about my mother.

"Excuse me?" I bark out through clenched teeth. I feel my body tensing in and out of the Change. My wolf wants nothing more than to come out and ripe this man apart. I know I'd stand no chance--he is the Alpha after all--but I don't care.

"Watch your tone with me, girl. And I said you're mother was a losted cause anyway. Serves her right to be dead." Before I can stop myself, my body convulses before I lunge at him. My wolf breaks free as jump at him, but before I can reach him Beta Trey has me by the neck and up against the opposite wall. He's growling, but I can barely hear him over the loud ringing in my ears that comes from forcing down the Change. That, and my growlings so loud I can barely think.

"How dare you talk about my mother like that!" I growl, trying to snap forward and out of Beta Trey's grip. He holds my neck harder, and I watch as Alpha Flynn smiles cruely. Something tells me I reacted the exact way he wnated me to.

"Beta Trey, dispose of her. I have no use for her in this pack and all she does is cause problems. I want her out of her in the next hour." And with that, Alpha Flynn leaves the room. When I stop seething, Beta Trey releases his grip on my neck and sighs.

"I'm sorry, Lyra. But go gather your things, I'll have you out of here as soon as I can."

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A/N: So, what do you guys think so far? Lyra just got kicked out of her pack and has to go rogue. Where's she going to go now?

Comment your thoughts, please! Thank you! :D <3