Going to camp

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Vic's Pov

"wake up, we have to go", my sister Larry yells in my ear, jumping up and down
"Just because you are excited to go back to camp for your last year to see all your buddies doesn't mean I have to be", I growl, slowly getting up and out of bed. I make my way into my on suite bathroom, where I brush the golden locks that I call hair and apply little to no makeup on my face, only adding lipstick and eyeshadow before brushing my pearly white teeth and getting into my outfit for the plane ride. It will take us three days to get there. At least my sister, the beta and the third in command get to fly first class in our pack's private jet while the omegas and normal wolf fly second class in an actual aeroplane with humans.

Not that there's anything wrong with the other wolfs, but some of the girls get on my nerves. It's already bad enough I have to leave my family and pack in New Zealand and fly all the way to the states to attend a six-month long camp with only a three-week break in the middle of it, and even then were not allowed to go home we have to stay in the states.

I grab my phone and kiss my boyfriend for the last time
"goodbye", I whisper into his ear. he is married, but his mate died a while back. His second chance mate was ugly, and I looked like his real mate, so we had been dating til camp started, where I then would meet my mate, and I can not be some woman on the side after that.

I go downstairs and see my family eating bacon. I gasp and rush to the fridge, where I see my steak still is. I turn around, biting into the bloody meat, making my mum shake her head
"Hunny, at camp, you won't be able to let your other side out", she sighs, making me cough up blood on the floor
"you mean at camp I can't let my vampire side out" I yell my mum nods
"your different, Hunny, your half-vampire, half-wolf, and it's an all-wolf camp, but if your lucky, someone in the pack can be your feeder, but you will only be able to feed once a week," my mum says as there's a beep, outside letting us know the plane is here, I grab my bags as my sister walks up and whispers
"Don't worry, you can feed off me" I nod and laugh it off last time I feed on Larry, she was gross, but it's better than starving

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