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The Other Pack (completed)

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This story is completed but these are just sample chapters. If you would like to read the whole novel you can purchase it on The link is at the end of the last chapter. Thank you!

This book won't be posted on here anymore but if you would like to read some of my on going and completed work then check out Until Dawn.


I stared at myself in the vanity mirror and smiled wickedly. Lying directly next to it, in a beautiful silver picture frame, was a picture of my boyfriend. He was offering the photographer one of his dazzling smiles that not a single unmated female could resist.

I sighed loudly and ran my finger down the frame.

"This is a great year so far. I'm well-liked, my friends are amazing, coach made me the captain of the volleyball team, and my boyfriend is gorgeous."

What else could I possibly want? I thought.

My grin widened as my green eyes darkened. "There is one thing that trumps all that," I said, running my tongue over my sharpened teeth.

"On my eighteenth birthday I received the best gift of all; the ability to shift in the prettiest white wolf."

Did that sound vain? I thought. Probably but it was all true. I worked hard my whole life to obtain the status of perfect girl and there was no denying it.

"Whitney, who are you talking to? Come on, you're going to be late for school."

I sighed loudly and frowned as my eyes turned back to their original color. "Okay mom, I'll be out in a minute."

Mothers, especially mine, didn't understand the importance of teenage years. There was an appearance to be upheld, social status' to maintain, and the ability to hunt with her pack like she had been doing it her whole life.

I ran out of my room and heard a squeal as I felt myself slam into something. I quickly reached out and grabbed my little brother before he tumbled to his death.

"Mom, Whitney purposely pushed me down the stairs so she could show off her fast reflexes again."

"I did not!" I yelled, throwing him backwards into the hall. He let out a yelp of pain and immediately began to whimper.

"Oh grow up Scott," I hissed, flicking my dark hair in a dismissive manner.

My little brother stuck his tongue out at me and stood up to brush himself off. His eyes remained locked on the ground as he fidgeted with his button.

"You just wait till I'm a wolf. Then me and my friends will bite your head off."

I rolled my eyes, "It's 'my friends and I' Scott. Hopefully your I.Q. increases with the shifting but I really doubt it."

"You two knock it off! You're going to be late!" yelled my mother from downstairs. With my new heightened senses I could hear her impatiently tapping her foot on the tile floor. It was very annoying.

I made it down the stairs first, with Scott right behind me. He brought his lip up into a pout and held his arm in pain.

"Faker," I mumbled, giving him an annoyed glare.

"Whitney, how many times have I told you to leave your brother alone? Now that you can shift into a wolf you're much stronger than him. It's no longer a fair fight."

"It never was," I said, offering him a smirk. "Can we just go already? If I'm late one more time to my first period class my teacher will write me up."

I jumped into the front seat of our new car while Scott sulked his way into the back. He knew better than to give me a hard time for taking the front.

All the neighbors stared as we drove past. I knew they were looking at our car. My dad spent a fortune on it. Being a doctor did have its perks.

The ride on the way to school was the same as always. My mom complained about work while Scott and I pretended to listen. For only being thirteen, he was pretty smart. Although I would never admit that to him since his head might blow up. I smiled at the thought of his large head exploding. It was childish but I needed some kind of humor to keep me entertained.

My mom pulled over and unlocked the doors with a swipe of her finger. "Okay guys we're here. Have a good day and I love you both."

"Love you too," we muttered in unison.

We walked towards our separate groups and didn't once glance back at each other. Here we liked to pretend that neither of us were related.

Shannon and Ashley both ran up and gave me a hug. We had been friends since kindergarten and practically knew everything about each other. Besides, who else could know all your dirty secrets and still think highly of you. That was the honor code of best friends and we all lived up to it.

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