Desired Blood Princess

Being raised in a family with 3 older brothers under one roof could be compared to being in jail. I used to love it when my siblings were so attentive to me. “Push me on the swings”, “I want a grilled cheese sandwich”, “Eric stole my pink marker, get him”. Now that I’m 17 years old, it feels like they have all turned into my father times three. The oldest was James, 22. He had short black hair, broad shoulders and stood at 6’4”. He was the golden boy. Valedictorian of his class, all star soccer player, well mannered and polite. He is the type any girl would gladly take home to meet their grandma. He had one big flaw: he was gorgeous. Panty dropping, wh**e magnet gorgeous. One time he found a girl's thong in his locker with her number on it. Gross! Who does that? Good thing he is goal oriented and wasn't interested in skanks. He works with my dad in the office. My second brother Jacob, 20, was day and night compared to James. He is the family's 'badboy'. Long black hair, slightly shorter than James at 6’2” but had a lanky muscular build to him. You know the tall surfer type with a rippling 6 pack, that's him. He lives for motor cross racing and skanky girls. I remember one time he was hit from behind and flew off his bike and ate sh*t. I think he was too pissed to feel his dislocated rib and hopped back on the bike and chased the guy, knocking him off his bike and jumped off railing him with his fist. Hint, he has anger issues. He also works for my dad's company, installing security equipment. Last but not least is my 3rd brother, Jack. Jack and I are close and he understands the pressure that comes with being one of the youngest in an all-testosterone house. Jack is 19 and just over 6’0”. He is more on the quiet side. Having two older brothers like James and Jacob doesn't give Jack the limelight too often. He’s a cool guy, got good grades to appease our father and ran track to represent the family’s name. But his passion is music, all genres of music. He loves Deejaying at his best friend George’s garage, and I must say he has a good ear and comes up with some sick compilations. He refuses to work for my dad's company and attends Casper college, the only college my dad would allow us to attend. My dad looks like he is related to Adonis. Tall 6’3”, built, military cut style black hair with sideburns. His arm is the size of one of my legs. Ok, maybe not the size of my thighs. I was blessed with a caboose. He works at a security company he started 13 years ago. He is stern with high expectations for his kids. Hence, the overachiever, daddy attention seeker, and never will be good enough, older brothers. So what about me? How do I fit into this masculine dynamic? My name is Jade Peters, 17 years old, living in Casper, Wyoming. It is rural as sh*t, out in the middle of nowhere. I have long black hair and I'm only 5’8”. I'm your typical 17-year-old tomboyish athletic type. Running track and field is my forte and swimming is my peace and serenity. Also, my boobs finally came in a couple of years ago and it evened out my ass. Making the men in my life be more protective of me. “Where are you going? With whom are you going with? I'm picking you up” ahhhh. My family treat me like I'm a promiscuous skank that is partying with boys and getting wasted at parties that will lead to making compromising decisions. I'm not like that. I have hung out with the same group of friends since middle school. They know their parents from school functions and birthday parties. They know we are all hanging out at the Old Fort or my best friend Megan's house. They can even track me on their iphone, d**ba**es. I should be able to hang out after school and be home by sunset. My mom died when I was 5. I barely remember what she looks like from memory. I do remember some lullabies she would sing to make me fall asleep. I feel guilty, that's all I remember about her. I used to ask dad about her, he would always go rigid and change the subject quickly pretending he needed to share some important news. I knew that he missed her and maybe felt pain talking about her. James would be the one that would tell me stories of what he remembered of her. The stories he told painted a picture of a perfect family. A happy family. Now we are nothing like that hallmark bunch. I stopped asking James to tell me stories. I sometimes wish there was a woman around so I could have those awkward conversations. I remember being pissed in my younger years when I was told I couldn't take my shirt off to spar or when I was hot like my brothers did. Or the first time I shaved my legs. I was cut up everywhere and wore pants for a whole week. All these things aren’t even a dramatic part of my family. Our deep dark secret is, we are werewolves hiding in a human city, buying our time waiting for hell to freeze over. Well, that's what it feels like. We are not your typical werewolf family. We don’t live with a pack or in a pack house, we don’t know any other werewolves, we don’t howl at the moon, or eat humans. We are in hiding. Some sh*t went down 13 years ago that forced us to leave our home and come here. The f**k up part is that, because we are in hiding, we don’t have the option to leave Wyoming. Not for college, or family trips out of state. James could have been a graduate from an ivy league school. He is a genius, but dad wouldn't allow it. This restriction also c**k blocks my brothers from finding their mates. If their mates aren’t in Casper, Wyoming, then they will never find them. That is why I think Jacob is a man***re, maybe because he knows he will never find her. I have asked many times about the details of our circumstances. They all say the same d*mn thing. People are hunting us because we come from one of the 3 werewolf lines whose mother is the moon goddess.We are the direct descendants of the Moon Goddess. These people believe that they can access the power of the originals from our blood. Humans, werewolves, and other supernatural creatures know of our family and have been hunting us for generations. Hence, the lock down. Our blood is special and, because of that, we don’t smell like werewolves. We have sonic hearing, night vision, hyper smell, and wolf speed, but not the smell of a wolf. Dad said a witch 100 years ago made a deal with our ancestor to protect us by removing our werewolf scent, helping us to survive. Any werewolf that we come in contact with thinks we are humans. Father brought a 20 acre property and fenced it in so he, my brothers and I could train in both wolf form and human form without witnesses. My father has been training us from a young age. I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I definitely can protect myself. All the late night and weekend training sessions have made me stronger. The f’d up part about it is, I dont know the enemy. I have no idea who is after us and my father and brothers won't disclose that info. Da*n idiots. I won’t get my wolf til my 18th birthday, which is in 2 weeks. I don’t know how I feel about becoming a wolf. Jack says, it's a best friend in your head all the time. He said it is cool to have a second opinion on things and your wolf always has your best interest in mind. Jack also mentioned that his wolf Dash does irritate him, especially when he is bored or ho**y. I’m not sure what to expect when I get my wolf.