Azas true happiness

"Would you stop pouting it's just a cone, you can get another one." I said rubbing my brothers shoulder. "Aza!" my brother said and started kicking at the ground. "It's not just a cone, it's a cone filled with deliciousness." Said while whaling his legs and dramatically crying. I walked over to the person that I recognized handing out the ice cream, my uncle. "Excuse me, can I please get another cone for for my little brother Oliver? He's having a fit because it fell on the ground." "Yeah sure why not, anything for my niece and nephew." My uncle said smirking as I pull out a dollar. "Now now Aza, put that away unless you put it in the tip jar." My uncle said walking over to the ice cream bar. I looked over to Oliver who was just sitting on the ground shuffling his feet. A seventeen year old seriously acting out as a seven year old. But, I knew that I would do anything for my brother. Besides my aunt and uncle were the last few of the pack that I belonged in, Oliver was the only other person that I had left. Like I said I'd do anything for that little squirt. My brother had orange-ish brown hair, hazel eyes and was tall and muscular. He only acts childish when it's something he likes but I promise he is a very bright mature young adult. I myself had or did have orange-ish brown hair but I dyed it jet black, just for some odd reason my bangs are white I can never get them too color. I guess it had something too do with my mom but that's for another story. I'm eighteen will be turning nineteen in three months. I'm really not excited for my birthday. It's honestly just another day for me but for others on the other hand it's exciting because everyone finds their mates between the ages of seventeen and nineteen. I haven't found a mate yet. Oh well, I guess I'm not meant to be with anyone. I'll turn ninety and still with no mate. That's ok I don't need anybody, I'm perfectly ok by my lonesome. "Here you go sweetie, now make sure Olly doesn't drop this one." My uncle said walking around the counter hugging me handing me the cone. "Thanks uncle Angel, I will make sure he doesn't. If you need anything just let me know and I'll be down." I said taking the cone kissing my uncles cheek and walking away. My uncle has been like a father to Oliver and I since our parents passed away about nine years ago. Horrible I know, my uncle was a gentle soul couldn't hurt a fly unless it bit him. My uncle was the Alpha of our pack. He was my fathers brother, my dad was an awesome father, he would do anything for Oliver and I and I mean anything. It was like a twin thing, considering they were alpha and beta. But, most of all I was really proud of my dad he did everything in his power too keep our town safe especially with all the wars and rouge outbreaks. He would even go out of his way to get things mysteriously but no one ever questioned. Your also probably thinking what happened too my parents blah blah blah. But I'll get there don't worry. There story will be told. "Here ya go Oliver. Now let's get back home pack house or just go home?" I said staring at Oliver while handing him his new freshly made cone of "deliciousness". "Thanks sis, lets just go home, I'm not in the mood for anyone to get in my face today. I just wanna go home, if that's ok with you?" My brother taking his cone looking at me with a sad smile. I shook my head and we began too walk. Once we got home it was still kinda light out. We had a little calico cat named Sparks, he got that name because he's like a little sparks, so hyper and full of life. Our home was 3 bed and 3 bath. Considering how small it was it was really big. I slept down stairs Oliver slept up stairs. Even though my brother seems big and tough he had weak points. I started training before my dad died and every now and then with my uncle. Hence my room is down stairs. I go to my room and it's filled with nothing but metal bands from years ago and today. None of My friends and family could figure out why im so dark. But I will tell you why soon. My bed is in the middle of the room my wall are painted white with red and black smear marks. All my cloths that I own are black red and white and a limited number of color variety colors. Yes one of those goth girls. I dont care what I look like just as Long as I am comfurtable with myself. I do have anxiety but it gets to the point where im in my own world. But long story short, my parent got killed by poison, it was part of a rogue outbreak. During the out break we had food shipments coming and going. One of the shipments were filled with poison and toxins. I had to suffer watching my parent foam to the mouth and then stabbed in the throats because they couldnt save themselves. And it was heart breaking because I couldn't save them. I had to save my brother. He witnessed everything, and all he was able to do was be in shock. My uncle couldnt get too the pack house in time, and he was oblivious and shamed. It scared the living s**t out of me, I've never seen my uncle filled with so much anger and pain in my life. Till this day he wishes it was him and not my dad. So yeah one of the reasons on why I act the way I act. Thats probably never going too change and Im okay with that. Now back to me huh? Ok. My parents were those cool parents who took oliver and I anywhere. My dad and I went to concerts, thats were all the band posters come in. Oliver and my mom liked to go out and do gardening and shopping. Together we did family things, camping, traveling, anything that my parents could get there hands on to get us out of the house. When my parents passed thats when my appearance changed, dark clothes dark make up anything that could make me look like a lonewolfe no pun intended. Get it cuz im a Wolf, hahah, no, ok I guess that was a little corny. All I want too do was fit in in my own way doesnt matter what I look like, just wanna do something that again makes me comfurtable and happy.