So this is my next story I had to write. I've been thinking about it for awhile. I have written this first chapter three times because I didn't like how the other ones turned out. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think.
Or what not :)
Thanks for reading.
Thank you to Th4tAr3s_kob3 for editing!
Standing in the clearing sourrounded by two packs, I stared down the man in front of me waiting for him to make a move but he keeps looking at me in astonishment. Why? So I'm a girl. What's not hard to believe? I'm the best fighter in my pack, everyone knows that and so does my brother, that's only because of my father. He has made me into what I am today, he and my brother use that to their advantage too. This isn't my first time at this kind of carnival, I have won seven of these kind of battles just so they can have the biggest pack around. So they can be like royalty and have a vast kingdom to reign. The man in front of begins to crouch down getting ready to pounce on me.
By the way, my name is Trina Lockwood, I'm seventeen years old, and I'm from the Shadow Moon Pack. As I said earlier, my father trained to be his weapon. He has always told me he only wanted sons, no daughters. "Girls are weak," he said. "Girls have no right to be Alphas either," he said, " so I'll make use of you somehow but I'm not sure yet," he continued. After that he didn't speak to me for a couple of weeks, apparently, my dad didn't like me all that much since my mom died protecting my from rouges. He doesn't like to look at me since I look like a carbon copy of my mother; 5'5", green eyes, toned build, petite nose, full lips, brown long hair to my waist, and a tanned body from being out in the sun training.
My father is a scary man: 6'5", strong build, black hair, dark brown eyes, and full lips. He also has a scar from the base of his ear to his chin and I don't know how he got it either. My younger brother, Joey is a spitting image of him and has took over the pack at the ripe age of sixteen with my dads blessing. It's only been a few months since that happened. I try not to hold a grudge against my brother because the Alpha spot was suppose to be mine but thanks to my dear old dad he wouldn't allow it. So instead of being Alpha, I got to be his weapon. My Father, Victor, has trained me, whipped me, molded me into his warrior. I hate it. I hate every minute of it. I hate what he makes me do and if I go against his wishes, believe me when I say this, it doesn't turn out pretty in the end for me, you try being beaten for disobedience and thrown into a cellar for days without food. Been there done that and I have learned my lesson quickly.
My brother has become hungry for power since no one from other packs has been able to beat me. My brother has become Alpha of seven packs not including our own. They never tell me anything that goes on with the pack affairs. My brother, I assume, has taken on my dads philosophy about girls because although I love my brother dearly, we don't tak anymore. We use to be so close and then one day he gazed at me with cold eyes, turned on his heels and walked away from me. From that day forth he never spoke to me again and as for the pack? Well, they always treated me as my mother did. With love and open arms but since she died they have turned their backs on me too, per dads orders. So to my pack I have become the wolf fighter. I didn't come up with the name. I have over heard a couple of teens from my school talk about me but the didn't know I heard. Maybe they forgot that people with Alpha blood has keener hearing and sight.
Which brings back to the man that is standing in front of me. His name is Alpha Ian Perez and he's from the Redwood Pack from Los Angeles. If I win this fight then my brother will have control off all of California's pack. He looks at my with fear in his eyes. "I'm so sorry," I tell him loud enough so only he can hear me. He stands up immediately, taken back at what I said to him. I look at him with only regret in my mind. He has no Idea that I never wanted this to be my life. I'm so happy that I have never meet my mate yet. I can only imagine... Rejection. Heck, I would. I wouldn't want to be with a monster.