My fair(y) wolf

Annes POV   The alarm bell rings. I turn it off. Ugh, Monday morning. I mean, I love my work, but Monday morning is still a bit disheartening. And what was I dreaming. Something oddly familiar about strange, fair people who recognize someone. And I feel on edge. I roll out of bed and shuffle over into the bathroom. My auburn hair stands positively on end. Bad-hair-day? Ok, I’ll go fancy and do some braiding. still, that dream lingers. What unsettles me most is the feeling I got from those strange fair creatures. A feeling of familiarity. I look at myself in the mirror. My auburn hair and dark eyes are in stark constrast to my extremely fair skin. I am medium height, 170 cm, but very slight for a she-wolf. My figure is not nearly as full as many other girls my age. While I stand in front of the mirror and braid my hair into a french herringbone braid I try to distract myself and calm down. The most interesting thing I get to think about is what will be up at the pack hospital today. There are significant differences between human and supernatural patients. For instance, werewolves heal really quickly, and it concerns not only wounds and bruises, but also other things like illnesses and even tumors. When we get someone with a bacterial complication we know they are really really ill. But most things are just wounds from fighting. Practice and serious fight. There, all done. Yup, I love a nice braid. I feel much better now. Even slightly upbeat. Bit of makeup around the eyes. Wow, I feel really really fancy today, and even a bit of lipgloss. What to wear is easy: just white pants, a light top and at the pack hospital I’ll wear a white lab coat. I like those clothes on me. Generally British packs have a far tighter dress code than e.g. American packs. But doctors wear the same thing everywhere. I smell something nice. Breakfast ready? By now I am pretty much awake and I still feel restless somehow. I really think I need to get the day started. So down I go. In the kitchen my mom actually does have breakfast ready. Coffe, Toast, some bacon. This must be the delicious smell. Yummy! “You look fancy today, lovely!” I return her smile. “Felt I needed it. Monday morning and all.” “Well, a whole week of saving lives in front of you.” I roll my eyes. Like I get to save lives. I am in medical school. I am lucky that I get to make the intership in my pack hospital. Well, the specialization “Werewolves, Lycans and Shapeshifters” is hard to get in a human hospital, but interns often have to go to a different pack. Some are happy to go and hope to meet their mate. But I guess I am an oddity. I just think I have no mate. Or if I ever find one, he will reject me anyway, so I better don’t go to great lengths to find him. I just cant imagine anybody falling for me. I was never exactly teased at school, but I never had many friends. And my one boyfriend I had was a human. I am 21 now, and no whiff of a mate. Only of breakfast and something fresh, but that is hardly a mate, right? I don’t know, I guess I am just such an oddball. I am a werewolf all right, I mean, I do shift. But for one thing I don’t enjoy it particularly. And then…  I feel sometimes I am just … different. Only now I realize my mom has been speaking to me all the time. By the look of her she has repeated herself already and gotten no response. “Pat sent a message. They are back. And some of the Manor Hills Pack are with them. I get it they won and no casualties, but some are wounded.” I nod. Pat is my older brother. He is Beta, the first Beta in our family. My dad is pack-doctor too, and mom is a teacher. But Pat was always a good fighter, all though he looks so slim compared to the other wolves. So when the previous beta died during a fight he kind of jumped in for him and Alpha Jack made him his new Beta. Other people felt they had a better right to the job, especially the old Beta’s cousin Harry. But Alpha Jack would hear nothing of it (maybe the fact that Harry is such a disgusting beast played its part) and so Pat is the Beta. I check my phone too. Yes, one new message from pat. Pat: Hi baby sis. Sent you some guys to practice on to the PH. Just make sure you don’t let them too much blood. I quite like . those Manor Hills guys, and they sure came in handy today, we were in quite a pickle. Well, and then it was just odd. Talk a later baby sis. Me: Hi big brother. Glad you made it though. See you later. Dad comes down too. He never seems tired, he looks the same whenever. Always calm, always almost… serene… is that a word? An odd word to use of your father, but I guess I have an odd father… Well, he looks like it anyways. If you know him he can have quite a temper. As much as the next werewolf. Well, that‘s what we are - I guess. „I wonder what Pat thinks is strange. I always thought fighting was quite straightforward“, I muse. „Either you rip up the other or he rips you up - and we get to try and mend what is left of them. Not much room for strange occurrences.“ Dad looked up and I saw a troubled expression in his eyes, the only feature that showed emotion. „I wonder, Anne.“ He drank some tea and looked at me. “Ready?” “Give me one minute!” I eat up, and while he and mom kissed their goodbyes I dived upstairs to brush my teeth and came down in a run and we set off. I am pretty alarmed though. What the hell? Dad has an uncanny knack of smelling trouble, or guessing when something important happens. And then, I have been feeling restless since I have been awake, and even in my dreams. What is it?