The Other Pack (completed)

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 Hey guys! So I'm going to try out a romance story. Of course it's going to have fantasy and adventure but mostly romance. This one involves werewolves. I hope you guys like it. Comment and vote if you do. If I get enough support I'll start writing the next chapters. Anyway, tell me what you think.

I stared at myself in the vanity mirror and smiled. My hand dreamily reached forward and grabbed the picture of Tommy my boyfriend, hugging it close to my chest.

“I really do have the perfect life,” I said to my reflection.

“I’m the most popular girl in school. I have awesome friends, a great job, I’m captain of the volleyball team, my boyfriend is amazing, and…oh yeah, I can shift into the prettiest white wolf on campus.”

Does that sound vain? 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. My senior year was perfect.

I stood up and began to twirl around, giggling to myself and still holding my boyfriend’s picture.

“Whitney, who are you talking to? Come on, you’re going to be late for school.”

“Okay mom, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Mothers, especially mine, didn’t understand the importance of teenage years. My parents probably chased rabbits for fun, I thought. I, on the other hand, chase bears.   

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. Well, maybe not death but it was close.

“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 cry.

“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. Withmy new heightened senses I could hear her impatiently tapping her foot on the tile floor.

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.”

“I know I know, 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 giggled at the thought of his large head exploding.

“Okay guys we’re here. Have a good day and I love you both.”

“Love you too,” we muttered in unison.

We both walked towards our separate groups and didn't glance back at each other. Here we liked to pretend that neither of us were related. Again, Scott was smart for suggesting this I still wouldn't admit that though.

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 coudl 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.

“Did you go hunting with Tommy last night?” asked Ashley as she giggled.

“Yes, but my parents ruined it by calling me in early. I hate this new rule of having to answer to my dad because he’s the Alpha of our family.”