The Bloody Pack

Chapter 1

So, about me, I am the last of my pack. My pack name is Bloodlust and our mortal enemy is Nightwalker Pack. They slaughtered my whole pack except for me. I am the last survivor and I will live on for my pack. My name is Eleanah, I'm a 17 year old female werewolf. (Wolf above)

I wish it wasn't this way, that I could sleep in peace but no, of course not.

"Hey... Heyyyyy.... HEYYYYYY.... El, wake up!" my brother, JJ called me from my sleep. My mom decided it would be funny to name him Jack when our last name is Jackson, so yeah, my poor big brothers' name is Jack Jackson.

"No...... Just no... It's too early......"

"Yes, there's bacon."

BACON! My absolute favorite. My wolf agreed as I trudged out of bed, regretting my decision as soon as I looked down at the warm blanket. My wolf whined, as torn as I was, but I was already up and I could smell the bacon wafting through the cold air.

I groaned, looking around and entering my closet, shifting through all the clothes on the floor. Of course I couldn't put my clothes away, only making today more difficult. I threw on a black Pirates of The Caribbean shirt and skinny jeans with a black lacy bra. Life is damn good huh? My wolf was extremely happy this morning and I wasn't sure why. Yeah, it really is.

"Ya ready yet darlin'?" came the sound of my finally sober dad. He still had a pinch of pain in his voice from an extreme hangover. He got trashed last night and decided to beat me yet again. It was getting worse now that the anniversary of mom's death was coming up.

"Almost!" I called back, grabbing my makeup and putting on just a light eyeliner. I then start jumping down the stairs to get to my delicious bacons.