Make Me

Chapter 1

(Amanda's POV)

I'm running barefoot in the snowy woods. Dawn is approaching. The cold wind is cutting through the thin pajamas I had on, but I won't stop. I can't stop. I'm swerving past trees and jumping over fallen branches.

I'm fast in human form but he's faster. I'm obviously at the disadvantage, but there's nothing I can do about it. Just as I'm about to shift he grabs my hair which causes me to yelp in pain,and he slams me to the ground.

I reach to touch my head and the pain kicks in. I look down at my hand and see blood. But that's not the worse of my worries .

"I already told you. You're not going anywhere." he spit out. His deep voice was laced with pure rage.

He began to walk over to me and instinctively I began to quickly crawl backwards despite the searing pain in my head. As I'm crawling back I feel a pair of large boots. I look up to see his face when a needle is stuck in my neck.

My vision blurs and I'm out.

I've been having this same dream for months now, and I get this feeling that something big is going to happen to me...

Oh well, nothing can be done about it. So why stress over it?

I look over at the clock and it read 3:39. I hate my life. In my miserable attempts to go back to sleep I give up and reach for my laptop to watch Netflix. I get in a comfortable position and watch "F is for Family".

As I occasionally laugh at Frank screaming at his children my eyes begin to droop and I slowly drift into a peaceful slumber.

The blaring sound of my alarm clock wakes me from my sleep. With my eyes still closed I reach and try to find the off button. Luckily for me it falls to the ground and stops beeping.

I have no idea how it's still working. I reluctantly get up and get ready for school.

I hop in my bathroom for a quick shower. After I'm done I start on my hair. I decide to wear it out today because who really gives a crap on Mondays. I have long curly hair and those may call it a "blessing" don't have to comb it out and try to not look like a lion. I look at my closet and assess my wardrobe.

Looking at my options black it is.(the only thing I have in my closet is black)

I grab a pair of  black ripped jeans and put them on while I do my little dance for them to get on. I successfully put them on without my foot going through one of the holes.

I grab a graphic tee throw my favorite leather jacket on, as well as my socks and black combat boots. I look in the mirror satisfied with how I look. I then realize I didn't put any make up on but then decide to go natural today.

I head down stairs and my nostrils are filled with the smell of pancakes. I'm greeted by my dad in a very pink and very girly apron. 

That must of been mom's. I laugh and he whips around with a glass of apple juice in his hand. My favorite.

"Morning princess!" he says as he dramatically bows to hand me the glass of juice.

You're probably wondering what happened to my mom, she died in combat. Rouges attacked when I was very young. Word spread that there was a white wolf in the Firestone Pack.

This is true because I am that white wolf. Legend has it that white wolfs are direct decedents of the Moon Goddess. That's why there so few of us. So that makes me near the top of the hunting list.
Great.

But ever since that war my Dad has trained me longer and harder than any other member of my pack. So much so that I'm as stronge as the Beta. And I'm getting close to match my dad's strength as the Alpha.

(I hope you like my first chapter if there's any suggestions you have just to send a message.  Also hope you like the song I had to set the mood and something about that song screams  Twilight vibes and I'm a huuuugee fan. Anyway, thanks for reading!!!!!)

Love,Vlter