Prologue.
We were werewolves. I should get that over with - sometimes I find it's a lot easier to just blurt stuff out, rather than keep it in and wait for some terrible moment of realisation. A moment that will either crash and burn because everyone will be all, Oh, my God, I saw that coming - or, Heck, what a curveball.
We were werewolves. A "pack" of wolves, maybe forty-something strong. I didn't know an exact number, because let's face it - when has anybody ever counted up their entire extended family and thought, Oh, there's a number I'll commit to memory...?
My family was a rowdy one. There were seven of us: my parents, myself, my three older brothers and my one younger sister. I cruised right in the middle, really - not the youngest, so I wasn't the baby of the family - and not the oldest, so I wasn't ever left "in charge".
Not that that was a thing - people weren't left in charge in our family. If our parents were away, the rest of the pack had our backs. It wasn't as though Dad and Mom would leave the area without telling our grandfather to routinely check up on us.
And then there was the fact that, technically, only Katie, my little sister, wasn't an adult. She was fourteen. My older brothers, Trenton, Joey and Oliver were twenty, twenty two and twenty four respectively. And yes, they all still lived at home. Pack life was weird like that.
It was almost like living in a bubble, being a werewolf. I know I can only explain it to you in a casual way - like I am doing - but imagine explaining your own life to everyone around you. I can imagine for most people, it would be a bit mundane. That's what it was like for me.
I was just Robyn. A nineteen year old girl who happened to turn furry every once in a while. I also, if you were wondering, enjoyed reading, listening to music and long walks in the park...
Okay, that last was a lie.
One day, everything wasn't so normal. One day, I woke up and there wasn't the usual yelling and screaming and laughing that I used to hate (because it meant I couldn't lie in past nine in the morning). One day, I woke up to cold air and an unsettling silence.
That day was the start of the abnormal. It was the start of something new - and also the end.
