The beta's enemy mate

You know what they say...new home new baby....

By the time I know it, the days is already here.... ok I'll fill you in on the week, day of the letter, I fell asleep, the next morning... well my brother tried to kill me with his death glares, my dad was his frosty old self, my mum would tut and mumble at me under her breath all the while berating me on human etiquette, phrase like "don't let him just pounce on you... I know he's a dog, but he shouldn't hump your leg or other part of you until.... at least a year or so!" Or "just don't eat raw meat! No blood" and " for god's sake..... at least don't get rabies or fleas!"

I rolled my eyes thinking back on the words. Or as my mum would put it "advice". Then the rest of the days my so called family ignored me completely I hadn't seen them since that morning, I felt like a leper, too afraid of being anywhere near me, just in case they too would get my disease.

I had just zipping up my fusia pink suitcase when a knock sounded at my door. Practically floating towards the door I slowly pry it open to reveal my mum, stood there in a black v necked dress, hair makeup and tan done to perfection. Almost like she was attending someone's funeral. My eyebrows came crashing down as I frowned in confusion.

I opened my mouth to speak but my mother cut me off. "Today.... you will be leaving this house, to go to your new home, but for us..... it's your funeral. Once you leave here, my daughter summer Andrews died in a terrible accident. Which will be so horrific we couldn't possibly have a open casket funeral. We wouldn't want anyone seeing that hideous face, we want them to remember exactly how you are!...... A FREAK!"

With that she turned and almost ran towards the stairs, like she had mad dogs chasing her heels. I inhaled sharply, they were planning to kill me off? And what? Never mention me again? Never see me again? I feel tears threatening to break free. I quickly blink them away and go to grab my suitcase. With an angry grunt I drag it down the hallway and painfully dragged it to the front door.

My ankles felt bruised and battered. Wincing I look up to see a tall well built man, with a bald head and dark sunglasses covering his eyes. I internally gasped. His dark suit made him seem more menacing and mysterious. He cocked an eyebrow at my arrival and glanced at the chunky gold watch on his wrist. Another tilt of his head in my direction, he spun and shot over his shoulder. "Come on, your already late.... and we haven't got all day!"

I glance around to find no one else around, my family couldn't even bare to see me off, at least one last time? I shake my head in disappointment, I pull up the handle for my case and wheel it out with my head held high. I strolled to a black Mercedes, with black tinted windows. The mystery man stood there opening the back door. I thank him quickly and climb in. He shuts it rapidly, and climbs in front. I am about to ask him where about we were heading when the black partition slides up.

Well...... I thought that was rude. I huff and slouch back, crossing my arms across my chest I pout. Well I might as well lean back and enjoy, I laugh harshly, my mind begins to wander, I think back to my imagined mate, the phrase "new house new baby" keeps replaying in my head, I wonder what it'll be like? Is he a rough kind of guy or sweet an gentle? My kids start to drift, I close them for a second.

A knocking on the window wakes me up, I bolt upright, I squint out of the window and see the scary guy tapping impatiently on the darkened glass. I frown, and open the door, harsh sunlight poured in and blinded me slightly. Blinking rapidly, I spy a white private jet, a logo on the side of a black wolf howling inside of a black outlined moon, overlooking a lake of some sort. That must belong to the Blackwater pack.

In my confused state I hadn't even acknowledged the scary man tapping his foot impatiently. Hearing rather then seeing his for tapping away, I gather my things and climb out gingerly. I wait for my luggage to be hoisted into the plane but taking the stairs one by one.

I gasp when I see the interior, a cream carpet blanketing the floor, while fabric sofas streamed one side (pic up at the top) I fell instantly in love. I settled myself  into the long sofa and saw a remote laying on the coffee table, picking it up curiously I pressed the on button. Up popped up a black screen, the LG logo flashed on and a list of sky channels came up. I chose home alone lost in New York and settled back, all too suddenly the day turned to night and I settled under a thick fur throw and closed my eyes and felt myself drift off peacefully for the first time in my life.