My Twin Alphas

There I stood in front of my new school. Westfield High, home of the werewolves. I tried to hide the sarcasm racing through my head. "The Timberwolves" Seemed like such a fitting name considering the only students who would even attend school here were only werewolves, No humans, no witches, not even a vampire. Just werewolves. My dad felt it was better we moved here. Where we would be closer to our kind. New York was great but not a lot of werewolves there. More people left our old pack each year. Our own alpha had left and moved closer to packs we resigned peace with. He had become a co- alpha.
My dad said that this new pack had two alphas that were also in their senior year of highschool like me. They've had the role as alphas since their father died four years ago of an illness. He told me to be respectful as I was to any other alpha. Dad used to be a Delta when he was younger before he married my mom. He resigned his duty when I was born. My mom, well, she passed away in childbirth. She knew she would die if she gave birth. Dad doesn't blame me though. Mom wanted me and he knew she wanted me to live rather than her sacrificing me. My mother had told my father that she believed I would accomplish great things as a wolf.