She-Wolf Chronicles: United Forces (1)

Chapter 1

Mitchie's POV

I climbed up the stairs to my bedroom and plopped myself on to the bed face down.

Today was exhausting! Isn't the day before the weekend supposed to be laid back? Well, that's what I thought anyway, but of course my maths teacher had a different opinion.

I turned around on the bed so I was facing the ceiling and sighed.

Who am I kidding? I shouldn't be stressing and whining about trivial homework, even if the workload I had gotten was beyond torturous.

I faced the window and looked at the brilliant view of the forest that surrounded my house. Two forms came out of the shadows of the forest opening, and I could see that they were wolves and they were walking toward my house.

Now, you're probably thinking why I'm not calling the police or dog patrol or whatever. Well, I guess it's not really a frightening sight for someone who lives in a very secluded area.

Okay so that was partially a lie.

It's not a surprise because those wolves? Yeah they are my elder brother Nick and my father Michael.

And right on cue, the two wolves - one with black/silver fur and the other one with chestnut fur - changed into two tall, well built and powerful men.

Nick had slightly ruffled chestnut hair and bronze eyes. He had high cheekbones and a strong jaw and a six pack lady's would swoon over, finished with broad shoulders. He was about 6'7 on a good day.

My father was 6'8, had a six pack and well developed biceps. For a dude in his forties, this was quite an achievement.

His face is lined with slight wrinkles and his black shoulder length hair had a few grey hairs. But even though his aura radiated power, his golden eyes emphasised them the most.

Yep that's right, not only is my brother and father werewolves; my dad was the leader of a pack of 22 male Weres and 19 female Weres.

Now you're probably wondering where I come into it; well, I too have the ability to shift, but haven't done so yet.

You see, I'm not like normal Weres. I'm half-human.

My dad had the whole love at first sight thing with my human mum, and soon after they met, he mated with her by claiming her with a bite at the base of her throat, which later turns into a paw print in the colour of the fur of their mates wolf.

I sighed and tried to ignore the lump that formed in my throat at the thought of my mother.

I stood up from my black four poster bed and walked over to my black vanity dresser and sat on the seat in front of it.

I looked at the picture of us as a family, taken before my mother died.

She was sitting on an arm chair with a 2 year old me on her lap, Nick on the left arm rest and his twin sister and my older sister Lucy on the right, both 6 years old.

My father was standing behind the chair with his arms wrapped loosely around my mother's neck, hishead resting on her petite shoulders.

My eyes stayed glued on my mother, and I couldn't help but be amazed at how beautiful she had been.

She had long curly chestnut hair with natural gold streaks. Her skin was pale compared to my father's, who was very tan. Her features were small and delicate, yet they were held gracefully and boldly, her beautiful big bronze eyes were gleaming with happiness.

But looking at this picture, who would have known that not even a month later, my mother would be diagnosed with breast cancer and died after three months of gruelling therapy.

I put the picture flat on the dresser so I couldn't look at it anymore. I looked up at my mirror and stared at my reflexion.

I look only slightly like my mum. I had her small features, though they didn't look delicate, they looked proud and mischievous. My hair was pitch black like my father, but when the light hit it turned slightly red. It was dead straight and it reached mid back. My eyes were bronze, but it held tiny flecks of gold round the edges. It was emphasised by long black lashes that didn't need mascara what so ever.

I sighed. I looked like both of my parents, a mixture of my brother and sister.

Nick and Lucy were fraternal twins; which means that they look nothing alike. Nick was like my mom, whereas Lucy was exactly like dad.

She had black hair, dead straight and waist length. She had gold eyes that sometimes darkened to an ochre colour when mad, just like dads.

The only thing different was their features. Lucy had mums whereas Nick had dads.