FOX

Lucy I hate it when my father summons me to his office. Yet I attend like an obedient dog anyway. He's the alpha of our pack, and I'm his oldest daughter, but he would drag me by the hair here screaming regardless. To say I am not daddy's girl would be an understatement. The old man treats me like I'm nothing more than a regular pack member. Even worse, he believes I'm just a subject of his. A tool to use. Valuable asset, at best. Father is convinced I'm cursed and hates me for that. Can't blame him. He's most probably correct. The thing I have cannot be described as anything but a curse. I think that the Moon Goddess wanted to punish him, but I suffered the most. Father wants my younger brother Tom to take his Alpha position even though it belongs to me as a firstborn. He thinks I will be weak because of my curse and will threaten the pack's safety. I call bullshit. The fact I have a p***y is a show-stopper in itself. My father is a misogynistic asshole. I don't care. I don't want to be Alpha anyway. All I want is to have my own life away from this s**t hole I call homebase. My first order as an alpha would be to burn the whole place down. It's a good thing Father has no plans to set me in this position. I walked through the yard in front of the Packhouse. It's a vast brick structure, old as hell and hideous. Father always called it a fortress, but in reality, he was just too lazy to do a makeover, spending money on bitches, guns and other s**t. As I walk towards the brick monstrosity, suspicious eyes, and nasty whispers follow me. They are aware I can hear it with a superior werewolf's sense, but don’t care. I shake my head as I ascend the cement stairs and open the doors to the Pack’s house. Respect is dead in this pack. I try to be as little here as possible. I'd either be on a mission or in my flat in the city. I come here only when it's essential. Father doesn't like me wandering here either. Says I would spread the curse to the pack. It's a win-win situation for both of us when I get lost really. When I am around people whisper all kinds of s**t, but none of them are good. They are just scared little pups. Not only because I'm cursed, but because I'm different. My wolf is smaller compared to others, and its reddish fur can almost be mistaken for orange in the right light. They call me Fox. In the wolves' world it’s used as an offence. A nickname they came up to put me in my place. I chuckle at that. I took that name and made it my own. I lived up to that f*****g name. I was born with a malfunction, a curse if you like. I would say it's a blessing. The thing is, I cannot lie. If I try to lie my body is in tremendous pain. If I hold my lie for too long I pass out. Trust me, I tried that too many times to count in my line of work. That's why I'm always telling the truth; people don't appreciate my honesty. Apparently, I've insulted every member of the pack so far. Soft p*****s. I told my mom that I saw my father f*****g another woman. Multiple times. I blurted when one of my brothers drank alcohol for the first time, and they punished him. So he hates me too. After years of struggling with the curse, I learned to love it. Imagine living in total honesty. Everybody around me know I can't lie so people who do get involved with me, takes my bullshit at face value. The curse really sorted the people in my life. So now, I only have two friends. Isa and Dom, my other brother. Truth liberates. The only one who always calls me Fox with pride is my youngest brother Dom. He is as sweetheart as he is lethal. He made my life in the pack bearable enough as my other brother Tom, the pack's future alpha, is a complete opposite. Tom thinks he is better than everybody, and my father looks at him like the little pup is shitting rainbows. I don't care though, I learned to fight on my own, I learned to be on my own. I can sneak anywhere I want and trick my curse to fit my needs. That's the reason i became one of my fathers assasins. Code name Fox, motherfuckers. Nobody knows that my pack has extra curriculum activity as killers for money. 10 best our packs warriors are appointed each year through harsh elimination process. It is an honor in our pack; everybody treats agents like they are walking on clouds. Of course, except me. I'm the only woman selected in the pack's history, but my numbers spoke for themselves. I might not have as much muscled as the men but I am quicker and I would always find the way to outsmart my opponent. That's why I was always on a mission or returning from it. Even the old man couldn’t deny me a spot in the club. I guess the only reason he ever allowed a woman to be chosen five years in a row, was just to see me die quicker. He wanted to get rid of me since the day mother died. I guess I looked just like her, and he couldn't stand to look at me for longer than necessary. When he looked at my brothers, he saw himself; when he looked at me, he saw his heartbreak.