War, Heartache, and Love

I am a young woman with so much ambition in life, but I know I need to be closed off from people and can’t expect too much. My whole life has been destined for one purpose and that's to serve. Both my parents were military everything. Both my grandfathers were in the military and my uncle on my dad's side is in the Special Forces. My uncle John is both my brother and my guardian now since our parents died when I was 16 years old and my brother was 19 years old. I love and miss them so much every day. My uncle and brother try to keep in contact as much as possible with me, but it doesn't always work out and they will know when their loved ones are in the military. He knows everything about me and my brother since we were born. Not too many know about how our bloodline is special and unique. When turning 16 years old, many things happened, like my wolf coming to me in my subconscious, and bonding with me to prepare for my first shift. I have been since my parents and uncles have been preparing myself for this transition since I was 10 years old. My father, Alex, and my uncle John are of a certain bloodline trained and experimented on by the Government, and my brother followed in their footsteps. We are designed as a perfect weapon against those who oppose our pack, but it comes with so many rules and obligations. There was so much pressure on me at 16. Once I shifted, I was then pulled into all the facilities to be poked with needles and worked on. One of the treatments, when I was 17 years old, ( after I graduated high school) affected the general, about the progress of my treatment and they discovered that none of the treatments affected me like my family, not even like my brother, even though we share the same parents. Yes, it hurt at first, plus I felt nauseous for about an hour after, but never did I feel sick for days or weeks, like my family did. So I asked, " General, what does that mean?” "I honestly don't know, but starting next month is training with combat and bone breaking. Do you think you will be ready for that?" The General said with absolutely no expression on his face. To be honest, I wanted to say no because I believed I wasn't. The thought of them breaking my bones 100 to 200 times a day made me so nervous, but as my father said, ' The kingly family can't afford to show weakness, even if you’re scared you will embrace that fear and tread forward.' so I took a slow short breath and replied with "Of course Sir. I will not be disappointed." He then exits the facility so I could rest a little before leaving and could go home and finish school. Even though I was being sculpted for war my mother pressed me to finish high school and to go to college for at least one degree of my choosing, so I had a fallback plan. So I made sure I did, which I might add I did graduate high school with a GPA of 3.8, which I was only 17 since my birthday was July 6th. I am proud of myself but I wished my parents would have seen me graduate. Sadly my brother couldn't either since he was always on assignment with our uncle. He fit perfectly into ranks as planned. My mom was such a caring women even though she had to be cold when need be when called upon by our general hope I am like her when I am completed with my training. My mom was so beautiful she was tall about 5 feet 11 inches. She had long blonde hair with sapphire blue eyes. She was slightly tan since her father was full Hispanic and my grandmother was from Norway. My mom’s bloodline was a rare kind of werewolf. She never shifted In front of me since she always told me she was only ever able to shift when needed be which made it more dangerous for those who crossed her path. My father on the older hand was quite big. My father was 6 foot 10 inches nearly 7 feet tall which the widest shoulders dark brown hair that was short and dark brown eyes that almost passed for black. He practically worked out every day since, well he was bred for that. He had not one ounce of fat on him and to be frank neither did my mom. Now for me, I am slightly odd though, not sure why. I am only 5 foot 2 inches which I pretty short and can't figure out why, even my brother was 6 foot exactly with the same built as father but with blonde hair. I have my father's hair and my mother's skin tone with blue eyes. When growing up my father never let me have friends because we always had to work out, do homework and talk about survival tactics. Honestly, I didn't mind since I knew I could never put someone in my life knowing what I do they might lose me. Then when my parents died everything changed because I wasn't even allowed to show emotions at the funeral. My brother was my biggest support at this time. I believe for us being siblings we were so close since technically we had to be each other's best friends. They died honorably in war though which I knew would be my fate as well. . . . (Fast forward to a years now) . . . In the beautiful small town of Asther in North Dakota, I was getting excited for summer to be here. It was my last week of college for the semester I wanted to be excited about summer but I wasn't. I knew I was going to have to train everyday this summer like usual. I really wished I could be a normal girl that could have fun and enjoy life more. I mean don't get me wrong I love hanging out and training with my brother but I wish I could have more friends maybe even a boyfriend. I don't understand why I couldn't they are depending on me to get with someone so my mother and father's bloodline continues along with my brother. I don't understand why my parents wanted this life for us. Why couldn't my brother just continue it, why do I have to as well? To be honest I hide so much inside so they don't know. "Hey can I borrow a pen? Mine just ran out of ink? “The lady next me whispered to me, making me lose my train of thought. “Um... yeah that's fine”, I handed her mine then reached into my bag for my spare. “Thank you so much, you’re a life saver." she whispered back to me with a big smile on her face. I wanted to be nice to her since she was so sweet all year so I returned the smile back. She faced back to the front where our extremely slow-talking English teacher was still talking about our exam coming up on Tuesday. I was looking around the classroom to see if anyone was paying attention or if they were all texting like usual. I was kind of surprised to notice that everyone was paying attention for the most part once I glance behind me though I see someone staring at me which made me jolt my head facing forward again. He's always been in the class and always kind of had a fascination with staring at me every so often which made me nervous because I wasn't allowed to have that kind of attention. Once our English teacher told us we were dismissed to study hard for the exam and to prepare for an essay which he had already given us a topic to prepare for. I waited patiently for the majority of everyone to walk out before I decided to stand up and head out myself. When I walked out the doors I looked around just for a minute before proceeding to my last class of the day. I accidentally dropped the astronomy book that I was reaching for at the moment. I turned around to pick it up when I came face to face with the guy from class which already had my book to hand it to me. "Hi I scene you dropped your book. How are you?" The young man asked me but I couldn't help but give him a suspicious look. "Sorry I don't mean to seem creepy. I just think you’re very beautiful." He decided to add with. At this point I wanted to run away, I just felt that talking to him alone was going to get me in trouble. So I decided to grab the book and reply with “Thank you." the whole also turned away with now a confusing look. "Wait! I didn't catch your name?" He slightly shouted at me as I was getting away. "Cause I didn't give it to you." I replied while I turned around to look at him still confused. I probably looked like a constipated look. "What's your name?” He said with a chuckle this time. “I shouldn't say." I answered. I paused for a minute as I realized he was starting to match my same confusing look. "Why not? Did I scare you that bad? I am so sorry if I did. I do kind of come off strong sometimes and I just don't notice it. “He started to ramble on fast. "Um. No, it isn't you, I am just not allowed to make friends. I said inching myself to head to class before I am late. "I must go, I am going to be late." I then proceeded to jog to my Astrology class. I glass back to see him still staring at me but staying still