The Grand Wolf

Chapter 1

"Wake up!"

Margaret groans into her pillow.

"Wake up you asshat!"

Margaret buries her head under her pillow, trying to block out the sound of her annoying brother.

BANG, BANG, BANG. "If you don't get up right now, I swear I am going to bust your door down, and flip you off that bed!"

"Fine, fine. I'm up you greasy slime ball!" She yells crawling out of bed.

Margaret listens to her brothers footsteps, fading away from her door. She goes into the bathroom, turning on a nice relaxing hot shower. The mirror is already getting steamed up, before she is fully undressed.

She steps into the shower, more of just enjoying the heat of the water, than actually bathing. After five minutes of just soaking up the water, she washes her raven black, shoulder length hair. 

As she is drying off, she takes a dry rag, and wipes the steam off the mirror, to look at her reflection. She thinks about dying her hair again. Her natural color is dark brown, but she dyes it every three months to something new.

She heads back to her bedroom, digging through her drawers. She finally gets out a plain white pair of panties and some socks. Getting them on, she goes to her closet, and chooses a pair of acid wash jeans, and a pink t-shirt that says, I HATE PINK. She never wears a bra unless she is going to a nice event.

She goes back to the bathroom, and styles her hair Some of it in a little ponytail on top, the rest just freestyling down to her shoulders. 

Today is the day a new pack is supposed to move in across the river. So she has to look presentable, but still refuses to do any fancy dress. Comfort over beauty, is how she likes it. She stopped caring what other people thought about her shortly after finding out she can't shift. Basically a plain human among the werewolves, despite being born of two pure werewolves.

Everyone in the pack teases her about it. Saying things to her like, "She's a defect" or "maybe babies were switched at the hospital." Everyone knew the second one was not true though. When it was discovered she could not shift, a DNA test was done. Still they like to poke fun of her for being different . 

The benefit of not having the ability to shift, is the immunity to silver. Sometimes Margaret will wear silver, just to mess with the other wolves. Today, she slipped on a pure silver ring, on her right hand.

Margaret walked out of her bedroom to be greeted by the smell of breakfast. She rushed downstairs to find her mother cooking. Her brother Brent, and her father wee sitting patently at the table.

 Brent looks up from his phone, with a smirk on his face. "Oh look, there is a human in the house."

Her mother Janice, turns from the stove, glaring at her son. "she is just as much a part of this family as you." 

Brent scoffs.

As Margaret walked by her brother to take her seat, she taps the side of his arm with her silver ring.

He lets out a yelp. Her father Mark, looks up from his paper with a smirk of his own now, "and that's what you get for messing with your sister." 

Brent lets out a low growl, as Janice came to the table with their breakfast. Bacon, toast and eggs over easy, or as Margaret like to call them, dunky eggs. She calls them that, because when she cuts up the eggs, she like to dunk her toast in the still liquid yolk. 

After breakfast, Mark says to his family, "there will be a pack meeting in an hour, about our neighbors moving in across the river. I want you guys there too."

"Yes dad." Both Margaret and Brent say together, rolling their eyes.

While waiting for the pack meeting to start, Margaret spent the better part of the hour setting up her fishing gear. She had planned on going fishing after the meeting. Just as she finished getting her stuff ready, she looked at the time.

She saw it was time to go, so she dashed out the door, hopped on her bicycle, a teal and black Huffy, and went straight to the pack house. 

She made it just in time. Her father was starting the meeting, as she walked in. She found herself a seat in the very back, next to the door, while listening to her father speak.

"Ladies, and gentlemen of the Eclipse pack. As you all know, we are getting neighbors across the river. The Crescent pack has seen some hard times lately, as a band of rouges attacked their pack. By moving so close to us, we offer them our support, and protection. The rouges it seems has killed their alpha, Alpha Gerald, leaving his son to be their new alpha. Alpha Chris will be here in a while to discuss treaty conditions with me. I hope everyone who sees him, will give him a warm welcome. That is all."

The meeting room erupted in applause. It is always nice to meet new werewolves, it provides a better chance of the unmated to find their mates.

Margaret got up and walked out of the room. She couldn't wait to go fishing. She jumped on her bike, speeding back to the Alpha house, to get her gear. She burst into her house, climbing the steps two at a time, busting into her room. She grabbed her little green tackle box, and her three poles, running out of her room, down the stairs, out the kitchen door, and to her bike.

After attaching a basket to her bike, she runs back in the house, to the fridge. Opening the fridge, she grabbed a box of strawberries, a package of ham and a bag of gala apples. The food was both for her, and bait. She runs out of the house again, putting the food, and the tackle box, in the basket. She picked up her poles, placing them across the handlebars, tying them down. She gets on her bike, taking off to the river.

When she got to the river, she started baiting her poles. One with a piece of apple, one with a piece of ham, one with a strawberry. She casted her lines, and set the poles up in the holes of some cinderblocks, attaching little bells to the poles. Then she let herself fall back into the grass and relax.

 As she was listening for a bell to sound, she caught a whiff of a pleasant smell in the air, it smelled like pine and vanilla. She sat up and looked around, she saw a man coming out from behind a nearby tree. 

He was about six foot tall, with curly dirty blonde hair. He was wearing a wife beater, and black jeans. Muscles were not to bulging, but enough to know he was definitely strong. Deep brown eyes seemed to penetrate through her soul.

The next thing Margaret knew, her entire body erupted in pain, as it felt like every bone in her body was breaking and putting themselves back together.