Three is a Crowd [Completed]

Chapter One

Chapter One

The snap of the camera was loud as it captures a picture of the red morning sun. I pull the camera away from my eye and look at the picture. I smile as I glance at the photo – I am pleased with it so I turn the camera off and slip it back into its case.

I stand and watch the rest of the sunrise quietly; ever since I was a young girl I loved the early morning lights. The way the different colours of the sky seems to blend together to make the perfect balance of morning shades.

I sigh as I watch the dawn. It is different today, but I know it was just me not Mother Nature. This is the last time I will see it as a normal teenage year old, because today is my birthday. I have exactly three hours until I turn eighteen; and from that moment on; my life will change.

From today until the exactly a months’ time, I will find my soulmates. That’s right soulmates – as in plural. I am a Saxondale she-wolf and I have been cursed with the fate of having multiple mates. The amount I have I don’t know yet, but I hope not too many.

My mother had two mates, my grandmother had four and my older sister had four as well. I hope I am like my mother and only have two. Well, if I’m hoping for things, I hope I only have one. But, I know that I don’t have that choice.

Taking a slow walk back to my house, I circle the pack territory. My wolf pack is large, but it is known mostly for the curse on our she-wolves. I see a few other pack members as I walk through, I nod at them but I don’t really acknowledge their faces.

A few people offer me ‘happy birthdays’, but they all say it with a sympathetic look on their faces. It is like that in my pack; your eighteenth birthday is not a celebration but a day of grieve. Because soon I will have the hardest decision of my life; which one of my soulmates do I want to spend my life with.

When I get home everyone else is still asleep; it is only six in the morning. But because I suffer from insomnia I never manage to sleep through an entire night often, so I am used to being up alone in the early mornings or the late nights.

I whip up some breakfast for myself, before leaving some in the fridge for the rest of my family. I then head up to my room, despite the fact it is my birthday I still have to go to school. No rest for the wicked it seems.

I dress in a black skin tight dress, before covering myself in a boat loud of vintage jewellery. I cover my hands, wrists and neck before I turn to my face. I put my earrings, nose ring, lip ring and eyebrow ring in. I then curl my dyed lilac hair. I know I have an alternative look, but I like how I look.

I give myself a look over in the mirror as I slip into my high black boots, before I sigh heavily. I should be happy to meet the love of my life, but I know that I will have to choose between the people I love. And that scares me to death. What if I choose the wrong one?

Not waiting for my family to wake up, I decide I will leave for school early. My trusty camera is in my bag as I take a slow walk towards my school. I often get the bus, but today I need the time to think.

When I get to school, I still have a good hour until my first period. I head to the library. I go to a human school, but a large amount of the pack wolves go here. But despite the fact that a lot of people I know go to my school, I wouldn’t count any of them as friends. I’ve been told I don’t ‘play well’ with others. I disagree; it is not my fault other people are idiots.