Alpha Elijah

Chapter 1

"£56." The driver announced and I pulled out my card to tap on the small white box.

"Thanks." I smiled, rushing out of the taxi and staring at the airport. A young brunette woman with olive skin was waiting for me with a sign.

An alpha from a pack in Australia had gotten injured during a rogue attack and I had been called because he had been stabbed with a wolfs-bane laced silver knife and it had gotten into his blood stream. He was being kept stable but they called me to fix him up fully.

Wolves (or werewolves as humans call us) have extremely good immune systems and overall health, meaning if we ever need to go to a hospital, it is usually for something serious that requires a lot of stitches or surgery. I get called out to different packs around once or twice a month. There are only around 200 fully qualified Zetas in the world, as packs rarely have more than one, so there is a universal agreement that a Zeta should always be on hand to help other packs when needed, and no Alpha can stop them. It is also a crime requiring the elder's attention should one be killed.

Now, don't get me wrong, there will always be more than one doctor in a pack, but to become a Zeta one needs a minimum of 300 years of training/practice and advanced knowledge of multiple species (wolves, half-breeds, vampires, witches, etc). They must be able to work on any part of the body to a specialist level and do so efficiently with an impressive track record. I had no mate, no family and a lot of time on my hands, which supported my rising to the number one rank. My work was incomparable to many other zetas, as I have around half a millennium on their life span.

After bypassing most of the security, I boarded the private jet and was handed a heavy stack of 'classified' files to read on the alpha I was to treat.

"Wine?" A well dressed woman asked and I shook my head in response, beginning to organise the papers in front of be by relevance.

I spent about half the flight reading the file before I put it down and managed to get some sleep, before I would have to drag my severally jet lagged self to the surgery room.

"Nysa, Nysa!" My younger 12 year-old brother called to me as I stared at the sky. We were twins and I was older than him by only 15 minutes, but he had always seemed like a child to me, despite the clear size difference. 

I had shifted when I was only 5, before I could even understand what it truly meant. Shifting was supposed to be your entry into adulthood, when your body would slow the aging process down to a crawl. This was torture for me and forced me to grow up far too quick in a body that would take centuries to reach puberty (my body was maturing around one year in every 75, making my body barely old enough to leave school now). Most wolves shifted around age 18, and would age like a typical human until that point. This was not a hard and fast rule but one rarely shifted before 15, making me stand out in a bad way.

"Hey Jamie, is everything alright?" I asked seeing him sit down beside me. It wasn't exactly the proper thing to do, to sit on the grass with no blanket or shade but neither of us were bothered by what was proper or etiquette dictated we should do. 

"I just had my first lesson on shifting." He grinned as I sat there and let him talk. "Mister Lydon said that your first shift hurts the most and then it stops hurting, is it true?" He asked me, eyes gleaming with curiosity. 

"It's not quite true, it just hurts less and less every time until your body gets used to it and stops hurting. It does not stop hurting straight away." I explained to the misty eyed boy. He always seemed so interested in whatever I had to say. To him, I was his trustworthy older sister who knew everything. Some had taken my early shifting as an omen of bad times ahead and some treated me as an omnipotent reincarnation of the moon-goddess, my brother leaned more towards the latter.