Growing up I had a pretty normal childhood. As normal as you can get growing up in a town full of werewolves. Yep, that's right. Werewolves. It's not as weird as it sounds, I promise you. I grew up with my siblings and my parents who all had their first transformations at fourteen like all the other werewolves. They all hoped I would have mine as well. Alas, no such luck. I had been told I was adopted when I was ten. Someone, probably one of my biological parents, left me at the fire station in town with my name and birthday stitched into the blanket I was wrapped it.
I never had an adoption complex though. I don't feel abandoned or any less apart of my family even though I'm the only one not a werewolf. I love my family and they love me. I have two older sisters Raine and Lorelei and an older brother River. My sisters are both mated and out of the house and my brother is the soon to be beta of the pack.
My brother and sisters are all in their fifties although they look barely twenty. A perk of the werewolf gene. My parents are well over a hundred but appear to be in their forties. That's probably the only issue I have with who my family are. I'm going to get old and die and they will live long after I do. I've never really talked to my parents or siblings about my feelings on that. It wouldn't matter anyway, they couldn't do anything about it.
Okay, getting back on track. The town I live in is called Furry Hills Crescent. Seriously. There's a werewolf Alpha who is pretty much the mayor of the town and a council of elders. The positions of Alpha and elder are hereditary. The council of elders is made up of thirteen men or women from the thirteen power families. My family the Knoxes are apart of the thirteen with my dad being on the council and being the beta of the pack. My brother will be the beta when the Alpha steps down and his son Silas becomes the new Alpha. Speaking of Silas, let's get this story started.
It was the day after my eighteenth birthday, July twenty-second. I was at the Fury Hills Waterfalls with a group of my friends celebrating my birthday. My best friend, Rhiannon, and I were were sitting on our towels next to the river sipping from our red solo cups already a bit tipsy.
"How does it feel to finally be eighteen?" Rhiannon asks.
"Feels the same as seventeen. Except for people smelling me. I mean I know you werewolves are all about the smell but it's getting pretty weird. Even you made a point of sniffing me more than usual today." I said.
Instead of answering me Rhiannon gave me a concerned look, grabbed my now empty cup, and walked off to the keg to refill our cups. I started watching the rest of my friends who were swimming in the water. All of them werewolves, all of them so different from me. For some reason all werewolves are absolutely gorgeous. Take Rhiannon for example blonde hair, blue eyes, and legs that go for miles. It's not that I'm ugly, definitely not, just different from them. I'm pretty short unlike all of my friends, I'm only 5'1. My body isn't stick like. I have curves. Wide hips and ample breasts. I have big doe like brown-green eyes. In my opinion my best features are my hair and my ass. My hair is super thick, really long, and a brownish red color. My booty, well, to take a phrase from my friends, I have "ass for days".
When Rhiannon gets back she hands me a now full cup of beer and I immediately start drinking. I just knew the upcoming conversation was going to be a game changer. My parents had been giving me looks since my birthday, like they needed to tell me something but couldn't bring themselves to.
"Are you sure you want to get into this now? We're supposed be getting drunk and having a fabulous time. Are you sure you want to know what's going on?" Rhiannon asks.
"Yes." I automatically reply. Something is different, I felt it my bones.
