Whisper

Chapter 1: I didn't really know who I was. I always felt like I didn't belong. Sure, I had my grandmother, I went to school, I was part of the track team, had some friends, I even had a boyfriend...but there was always something missing. Then, one night-at around midnight-in the woods, I found myself face to face with a wolf. Bright blue eyes, white/gray fur, firm posture, power in its eyes, fearful howl. That night something happened. After that encounter, the missing pieces of my life started to fall into place. What I didn't know was that my life would get more complicated after that. I wasn't ready for the heartbreak, love, violence, tension, change. I wasn't ready for the truth. You may ask yourself how can a nobody like me be part of something so...supernatural? I wondered the same thing, for a long time. How could I be from a bloodline of werewolves? Yes; werewolves. Sounds crazy? You haven't heard the half of it. How could my parents be werewolves? How could I obtain that kind of power? I never asked if this whole situation was real; I always believed in the supernatural. And maybe deep inside I knew I wasn't always 'normal'. I always had questions, anger, this hidden strength I later discovered within me. There was also this sadness that welled up within me. My parents had abandoned me. I was adopted; I called my guardian grandma/nana (one of the only great things that has happened to me). I had trouble trusting others. I never expressed my feelings. I was trapped inside myself. My name is Whisper Armstrong. I am a senior in high school soon off to college; still don't know what to do with my life. I am 18 years of age. I have boring dark brown hair. Hazel eyes. Thin nose. Thin mouth. Ears that are usually covered by my hair; which I always wear out. It's wavy, my hair; there isn't much you can do with it, so I leave it out. I'm basic. My life is too. Nothing interesting about it. And if there was anything, you wouldn't know, because I mostly keep to myself. I embraced the unanswered questions that burned within me. I accepted that feeling of being alone even with having people who genuinely cared about me. It didn't matter to me that I was the way I was. Until I discovered the truth about my family, where I came from, who I was meant to be. There are rules to being a werewolf; rules that were very hard to follow all at once at the start. There are a lot of people that make up a single pack; sometimes it's hard to get along with everyone at first. I belong to the blue feather pack; our family crest is a blue feather as you may have guessed. The crest is marked somewhere on our bodies. The crest is permanent on the body of a full wolf, but only shows itself rare moments on those who haven't taken the necessary steps to become full wolves. We're called pups, babes, half-breeds. It happened to me once; that's around the same time I began to believe in the supernatural; but that's a story for another time. A pack is meant to be a family; we're suppose to have each other's backs, but the pack I belonged to was full of secrets, tension, envy, competition, and even hatred. So you can imagine how hard it was to be a 'family'. It's all very complicated. Everything. So I'll start at the beginning.....