I was never one to linger longer than necessary when it came to relationships. I found it useless to have one person stay in your life just so they could know and understand you better than yourself. It made it easier for them to use you; which in my defense, has happened every single time I allowed someone in my life stay longer than three months. Even my very own parents have deceived me. Given, I killed my father and broke my mother's heart doing so. But who would I have been, to let the lifestyle they were leading to continue? Isn't it every girl's dream to wrap her arms around her father's neck while he laughed and gave her kisses? To have her mother play dress up with her and be her best friend? Well, I never had any of those moments. My father was a "business man" only on the weekends. Which in code actually ment he was in a couple towns over with his attractive "business partners" in a cheap motel room. And mother? Well she was known for being secretive when it came to her drinking. She rarely ever left the house, and even at that, her own room. I think one of the worst moments in those times were when father would bring home his "partners" in the middle of the night and keep her company in the guest room. Mother only turned her head. I voiced my opinion to her one time. Asking her why she didn't do anything about it. Her hand made it's way sharply across my young cheek and her words were coated in venom. "I have his heart, Aurora. And that is all that matters!" I never spoke of it after that day and she barely looked at me again.
What was happening to the pack was a whole different story though. At one time, our pack was the most powerful and well known pack in all of the world. But now, we were further down the list than any other time before in history. And it all happened in a matter of years. My father was never one for the job. He was always too distracted by the attention and power his role as alpha gave him. Sure other members challenged him for the position, but he was too up on his game and took cheap shots to win. All my life I watched him in those fights, studying and learning all of his moves.
I'm sure by now, you're confused as to what I'm talking about. You'll have to forgive me; I can get distracted at times. I, Aurora Brooks, am a werewolf. Yes, like the mythical creatures in story books. And before you wonder, I don't eat humans nor do I only shift during a fullmoon. I don't thrive off of killing or kidnap children in the night. I stand on all fours, and am just a little more muscular than a regular she-wolf. My coat is a silky white and all my paws are tipped with a hint of grey. The town I have lived in my entire life consists of werewolves and humans. Very few humans know of our existence and even then they are closely watched over for fear they will talk of the pack's secret identity to the rest of the world. I am quite graceful while running at full speed unlike the others who snap every branch within ten feet of them. Though the most important fact to know about me is I am the first and only known she-wolf to ever become alpha.
To become alpha, I had to challenge and kill my own father. I'm not heartless just so you know; it hurts me to even see a young child fall down while taking it's first steps by itself. It's just when a man who has never given you the chance to prove yourself worthy of becoming a powerful pack member, you learn to not trust him and it just fuels your fire to prove him wrong. I know you're curious as to how a man can go against his own child, wether he took the time to know her or not. You see, I was an accident. My parents knowingly conceived me, but Aurora was ment to actually be Arron. Some find it disgraceful for a female to be the alpha's next heir. And so, our neighboring pack's son was to become alpha of both the pack's once my father stepped down. Oh, you can only imagine how infuriated he was when he found out his destiny had taken a wrong turn. I grimaced thinking of his last moments here on earth. I had built myself up and came so far; I wasn't going to let this boy ruin all of that. I'd killed my father over this role, what made people think I'd have mercy on them and soften my game up? I was going to make this pack royal again. My ancestors worked too hard for it all to come crumbling down after one horrid alpha. And so, let the games begin.
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WerewolfAurora Brooks has never wanted anything more than to just be a regular teenaged girl. But that is far from what she actually is. Aurora is suicidal and a tad depressed. It doesn't help matters that she is a werewolf and also the first alpha female t...