What happens, happens.

Prologue

     I've always hated this town. The town I was born in. The town I grew up in. The town my parents were shot and killed just because they were werewolfs. Yep. You heard that right. Werewolfs. I'm a werewolf myself. I was born one, as both my mom and dad were werewolfs.
     This town crawls with supernatural creatures. Werewolfs. Werecoyotes. Banshees. And even foxes. If I could go one day without being a werewolf, I would.
     See, I'm an Alpha. You can obtain the status of an Alpha by inheritance, killing off another alpha, or by sheer force of will. You don't need to know how I got my powers. It still scares me.
     My best friend, Derek Hale, lives in his burnt down house that really needs to be fixed up.
     After my parents died, Derek found me all alone, figuring out how to live without them.
     He took me under his wing and practically raised me, teaching me how to live on my own, in case he was ever killed. I hated thinking like that, but it was necessary.
     Necessary because soon...I would have to teach a pack myself. Teach them the things he tought me. Teach them my own things. Teach them how to survive.
     And that's me. Lizzie Colbot. The young alpha.