BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I slammed my fist onto the alarm clock next to my bed. I so didn't want to get up.
It was a Saterday, but we had a pack meeting today at the beach and I couldn't miss it.
It was literally just a bunch of shirfters getting together and going over boundary lines and such.
I untangled my legs from the sheets and made my way to the bathroom across the hall and started the shower.
A whopping 3 in the morning! Not a good time to wake up in the morning. But I had to be at the beach hideout at 4.
When I finished washing, I stepped into the steam of the bathroom and wiped my body dry with a white, fluffy towel conviniently folded under the sink.
I wasn't one to brag about my body, becuase I hated. It was covered in ugly scars and I wasn't the tallest person either. I shook my head and went into my room to get dressed.
As shifters, you don't rip your clothing when you shift. I don't know where they go, but they were on you when you shifted back into human form.
I pulled on a pair of lace bra and panties (what, a girl cant wear nice underwear?) and black sweats with a sweatshirt on top (no shirt, I would be hot enough with a temprature of 100.3). I dried my hair and threw it up in a long pony-tail that fell down my back.
That rumor that you can't have long hair and be a wolf is bullshit, okay? You can have hair to your knees, as long as you get yourself get 'groomed' by one of the leaders of one of the packs.
Our hair and fingernails do grow faster than normal humans, but thats about it.
We can read eachothers mind in shift form, unless you are an alpha of the pack, then you can read anyones mind.
As you can probably guess, I don't belong to a pack. I've never stayed in a place long enough to join one. Besides, I've heard some BAD stories about new editions to a pack. They get beaten and abused, especially when they dont have family and have to live in a pack house...
I'm sure as hell not going through any of that again.
When I was ready, I slipped on my shoes and went downstairs...as quietly as possible...
I finally made it outside to the cool night and I let the air fill my nose. I knew I couldn't enjoy it too much, or I would start a windstorm!
I began running at this point, which wasn't very fast compared to my wolf form. I only ran to a dark corner of the street, where I knew no light could possibly be shining and shifted into my wolf.
Over the last couple of weeks, a lot of other wolfes have noticed my incredible white fur, and wondering how I got it like that. Since I had pitch black hair, it didn't add up to me. I had never met another white wolf in my entire life. Well, a white shifter. My eyes stayed the same, a remarkable blue that was terrific for glaring at people with.
I ran up to the beach, which was surrounded by a forest on one side and the rest led to the small town there. We usually met in the forest, in our wolf form. But when I saw a bonfire with alot of commotion, I assumed that it was where we were meeting as...humans...
As I got closer, I shifted in mid run, letting my hair down and pulling my hood up. My cool hair felt good on my shoulders.
There were always guards around the site, making sure no humans came in. And as soon as the fire came into view, I was stopped by a huge masked man.
"Password?" he asked. His deep voice was overpowering, but I tried not to let it phase me.
We would always have main passwords in a different language. Latin, which our 'kind' originated.
"Viginti septem," I said and he let go of my upper arm, allowing me to cross.
Viginti septem was the number twenty seven, which, I was assuming, was the lead alpha's birthday or something.
There was a large fire in the middle, sticks set up like a t-p. then around it, stood a HUGE circle made of logs and at least half of it was occupied.
Packs sat together, and I was usually stuck by myself. Of course, the packs were also friends wherever they went. There were many schools around here.
And then they were siblings, who almost ALWAYS got the gene. So, they would be stuck in a pack with their siblings. And then, if your parents were big parts of the pack, like leaders or formal alphas, they would be there too. None of the big people were here yet. Just the pack members all shoving themselfes around and making jokes about their personal lifes.
I just sighed quietly and reached into my pocket and pulled out my IPod. I'm not saying where I got it, but it's packed with awesome music and was cheap.
I began playing a song by Hollywood Undead, which I believed was titled 'Levitate'
"You know I can take you straight to heaven if you let me! You know I, I can make your body levitate if you let me!"
And I knew all the people here could hear my music, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to go home and go back to sleep.
I saw a guy pick up his bag and begin to walk over to me and I hoped he didn't want to have a conversation.
When he sat next to me, I just looked at the water in front of me. It was dark and blue-
"I know you saw me," he mumbled, and I could hear him.
I pulled out a bud to look at him. He had snow white blonde hair that was cut to just below his ears. His brown eyes popped and he had beafy muscles.
"How could I not see you?" I sneered and glared at him.
"Hey, your...Torrez, right?" he asked.
I gave him a questioning look. "Who the hell are you?"
A couple of the guys from his group 'ooohhh'ed at my comment, but I honest to god didn't know this kid.
He looked firmilliar, but I coule have just seen him on the street or something.
"I'm Jake Martin." he said, like it was such a privlage.
I shook my head, still having no idea who this guy was.
"We both go to Black Peak High? I'm the head QB there!" he said.
Oh, great. This asshole goes to my school.
"Oh! I know why I don't know you!" I said. He looked at me smiling, like there was a simple yet reasonable reason why I didnt. "I don't surround myself with asshole dumbasses, like yourself!"
I lost my smile, but everyone from all the other groups laughed.
I put my earbus back in and he walked away, no harm done to me.
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Blow My Mind
WerewolfChapin Torres has never believed her past was anyones buisness. She could care less what others thought of her, and trust wasn't something you could earn with her. When she finds herself telling her story to an old, family friend, she finds that, ju...