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Happy Birthday
I shut off my alarm clock the moment it started beeping. I’d been up for about two hours. Normally I would have been downstairs eating or going out to pick up my best friend so we could grab coffee before school. Unfortunatly that was
not in the cards.
I was currently avoiding leaving my room. I’d been ready for school for over an hour. I had worked on the little homework that I still hadn’t done and finished reading a book. I really did not want to go out.
It’s my birthday.
It’s not that I don’t like my birthday. Usually I enjoy it. Just not this year. In my family turning sixteen is special. We aren’t like everyone else. We evolved to shift between two forms. The form of a wolf and the form of a human. Werewolves, though we just call ourselves wolves.
There are many of us and we live pretty similarly to humans. We have jobs and families and parents that make their children attend high school. Most of us are organized into packs much like actually wolves. The leaders of these packs are called Alphas. Alpha families protect the members of their packs and in return the members of the pack are forced to obey the Alpha.
Forced seems a little strong but with a direct order from the Alpha you have no choice to obey. Most Alphas rarely ever use Alpha orders.
Another factor that makes us much like real wolves is that we have mates. Unfortunately we do not get to choose our mates. Once a wolf turns sixteen he or she can recognize his or her mate if they are also sixteen.
My mother is particularly excited about my new ability to discover my mate. I guess it’s like that with your first-born. Sadly, I do not share her sentiment. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t that I don’t want to find my mate. I just don’t want to find my mate right now. Maybe a few years from now when I’ve finished college and started my career. I will be Beta, second in command, of the Silver Moon Pack. My pack. My father is the current Beta and as his first born I have been train as the heir to the position.
“Katie!” Tyler yelled loudly outside my door. “I know you’re awake! You’ll have to come out sooner or later, might as well get it over with!”
I groaned grabbed my book bag. “It’s not necessary to yell if you are aware that I’m awake informed him darkly as I opened the door.
He gave me an overly sunny smile. “Happy sixteenth birthday!”
I glared. “Utter a word about it being my birthday at school and I will end you.”
It was bad enough that my baby brother was taller than me despite being a year and a half younger but I just knew he was going to make today so much longer than it needed to be. If any male wolves realized I was now sixteen they would try to see if we were mates. There were several signs but the favorite among hormonal teenage boys is contact. Once both wolves were sixteen supposedly when they touched they would feel sparks.
I’m not really a firm believer but what do I know.
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I followed Tyler downstairs. “It smells like food,” I observed.
“I made myself pancakes while you were pouting up in your bedroom,” Tyler explained jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter and placing a plate with three large pancakes.
“We make food on that counter,” I said making a metal note to wipe it down later. I saw he go for the syrup and swooped in, stealing a pancake before it could be drowned in maple-flavored liquid sugar.
“Hey!” Tyler cried is mock outrage. “I was going to eat that!”
I rolled it up into a burrito. “It’s my birthday. Consider it my present.” I took a huge bite, moaning dramatically despite it was dry and slightly undercook. It was stolen and stolen food tastes so much better.
“My pancake was not your present,” he grumbled. “You know when you’re in jail and the documentarists ask me where it
all began I will tell them it was this thievery.”
My eyebrows rose. “A little dramatic there, Tyler.”
I keep telling him that he should take drama. He won’t listen to me. He thinks it’s a girl class. Sexist little pig.
“Katrina!”
I cringed as a streak of red and blonde flew towards me. Mom swept me up in a hug. She was dressed up in a red
sundress and her blonde hair hung down her back. “Morning Mom,” I said as she released me.
“What are you wearing?” she cried as her blue eyes widened in horror. “It’s your birthday. I know you have a dress that you
could wear and I have lipstick that would go perfectly with your skin tone!”
I tensed. She’d trying to turn me into a girly-girl. “Uh, why would I dress up?”
“Katrina Nina Grim!” You could hear the hint of her Russian accent whenever she call Tyler or me by our full names. She’d
never even been to Russia but her grandmother had been from there and some of the accent was passed down. Dad
called it cute. I disagree. “You could meet your mate today! You don’t want his first image of you to be blue jeans and a
Bon-Jovi T-shirt!”
I kind of did now that it was on the table. “Mom even if I do find my mate today, which is highly unlikely, he will have seen me a thousand times before now so it won’t matter what I look like today.”
She pouted. “But a little makeup won’t hurt you.”
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