New Wolf

Mina's P.O.V

“Mina, get you butt down here, you be late for school!” Mom called from the kitchen.

I scoffed. It was 7 AM; how could I be late for school?

“Sorry momma, I’ll be right down,” I called patiently.

“Citlamina, right now!” She yelled. I froze in my tracks and hurried down the stairs. She used my full name. My mom is scary when she uses my full name, especially seeing as I hate it so much.

“Yes momma?”

“Eat, eat, before you late,” she urged.

“Momma, I have an hour,” I reminded her, taking a seat.

“Yes, well, it is just excuse to make you eat something. You piel y los huesos, all skin and bones. No man ever want you like this.”

Yeah, that’s my mom for you… Always worried about one of two things; the first being me ‘never’ eating anything, and the second being my lack of boyfriends.

“Okay, momma,” I replied tirelessly. It’s not even worth arguing with her. She’s too loud.

“Well then? East, eat!”

I warily took a biter of the corn cake in front of me and spluttered.

“Momma, for the last time you can’t just go putting jalapeño in people’s breakfast!” I squealed.

“Ridículo, I can! Jalepeño muy bueno,” she chastised.

“It’s too hot,” I said mournfully.

“Suck it up, kid,” Carlos, one of my older brothers teased, grabbing a cake himself. He shoved it in his fat gob and swallowed it with one bite. Typical 18 year old boy.

“Pig,” I muttered, earning myself a slap upside the head.

“Oi, don’t hit my little Mina,” Ramirez, the eldest, huffed, flopping down in the seat next to me. He was 21, and home from college for a few weeks.

I smiled up at my favourite brother. “Thanks Rez.”

Then the twins, Miguel and Jose came in, whispering feverently to each other, probably planning some prank, as 14 year olds do.

“Morning momma,” Miguel said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Jose silently grabbed a cake and started nibbling around the edges.

“Buenos días, my babies. Where is my Katia?”

“I think she’s still getting changed,” Jose told her.

“God, maybe somebody should help her,” Miguel muttered.

“Yeah, last time she got her t-shirt inside out,” Carlos reminded us.

“And her shoes on the wrong feet,” I added.

Katia was the youngest. She was six, and absolutely adorable. She suddenly skipped into the room and we all stared at her. She was dressed… perfectly.

“Who are you and what have you done with my ditzy little sister?” Miguel asked, picking her up and whirling her around the kitchen while she giggled.

“Mina, you wanna lift to school before the twins notice?” Rez whispered in my ear.

I nodded eagerly and grabbed my bag, following him out to the car.

“So, just to triple check, you turn 16 next Friday, right?”

I gave him a blank look. “Really, Rez?”

“What?”

“My birthday was in the summer.” And I did not wanna talk about it.

He blinked for a moment, surprised. “Oh. What did you do?”

“Nothing.” Grew fur, fangs, an obsession with running and an awful temper, I mean.

“Oh, Dios mío!”

I frowned at my big brother. He was acting weirdly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Tú no eres ... pero se corre en la familia. Tal vez se echa de menos las chicas?” He asked all in a rush. I found it hard to keep up with my brother when he spoke Spanish, especially when he spoke it that quickly. All I caught was ‘runs in the family’ and ‘missed the girls, maybe’.

“Yeah, sure Rez,” I said cautiously. His hands were shaking slightly, like mine did before I changed.

“How is this possible? Yo estaba tan ganas de hacerlo!”

“What were you looking forward to, hermano?”

He shook his head sadly. “Nothing, princesa, nothing.”

“Is this my school?” I asked him, trying to change the subject.

“Ci, it is. You want me to come with you whiel you enrol? It’s very different to boarding school,” he said, grinning.

I grinned back at him. “No thanks. I’m a big girl; Puedocuidar de mí mismo!”

He chuckled udne rhis breath as I got out of his car. “I’m sure you can look after yourself, Princessa. Have a good day, hasta luego.”