The desert alpha

I woke up the same way I do every moring. Listening to my father Chris having a heated discussion in french with 3 of his fellow hunters and to the smell of my mothers crepes. We had just moved back to Beacon Hills, A move i can say without reasonable doubt that I did not ever want to make. I was comfortable back in San Fransisco. I had a friends there, a boyfriend, a life. It's a necessary move my father said 4 weeks ago as we sat in Giants Stadium, the one place in the world that was my home away from home. Its time that you learn who you are, where you came from and in order for you to learn this we need to move back to Beacon HIlls. I tried my best counter argument stating that I already knew Argent meant silver and that our ancestors fought against Loup -Gorou. I didnt see my Aunt Kate or my Grandfather much but when I did these facts were preached to me. Most kids