Alpha's Curse

"Who are you?" He growls. His muscles bulge around his t-shirt, amber eyes glaring down at me with every threat possible. I'm not one to cower, not usually--I can fist fight and take a hit with every guy in town--but his entire frame pours authority over me. I don't like the feeling of being intimidated, and for some reason, that makes me striaghten from my hunched position. I rise up to my full height and feel like baring my teeth. I'm the new girl, sure, but these guys? These guys needed a lesson.

"None of your fucking business," I snarl back at him. "Back off."

He steps back, startled, and the group around him share surprised looks. The guy--Joshua, if I remember correctly--at his shoulder gives me a quizzical look. "Did you just--did you just challenge him?"

"You come into my territory and smell like a rogue, it becomes my business. You practically reek with Alpha. Who are you?" The leader demands again. I cross my arms across my shoulders and lean against the lockers.

"Wow, nice way of telling me I smell, jackass," I snip. "Go dig a trench." I shove past him and stalk away to my next class. His gaze follows me all the way there.

*~*~*~*

Wolves. Couldn't be birds, couldn't be snakes. Not horses, not cats, not even butterflies; it had to be wolves. My name is Shylah Montgomery. I thought I was normal. I thought I was safe, that I was just a teenager going through a rough patch in life. But then I met him--the Alpha. And suddenly, everything I thought was right....

.....was wrong. There's no guidebook for that.