Life as a Werewolf called Danielle.

Chapter 1- Every story has a beginning

So where to start…maybe the first bit I remember, where it all began.

I woke up this morning, remembering the pain from the day before, she was gone…just poof gone. The rogues had attacked a few times before but never like this. God knows what was pushing them, but they broke through our defences, and everyone ran to help. My parents left me at home and promised to return. Yet almost 9 hours later, only dad returned. He sat covered in blood in the kitchen, so naturally I did what I thought was right. I made us a coffee each and sat with him, we didn’t speak for what felt like forever. Eventually, Dad decided to shower, tidy, clean and generally keep busy. I went out and tried to keep busy too, doing some food shopping and decided to grab something sweet for pudding, maybe an apple crumble and some vanilla ice cream. Whilst out, I didn’t see many people I knew. I just guessed that they were at home dealing with their losses. I guess I should have taken the time to look around and really notice the difference in atmosphere, but I was blinded by my own grief.

We went on like this kind of lost in the murkiness of our own grief, not knowing or wanting to notice anything within the outside world. However, it was 5 days later, and the Alpha had not been by or contacted us to acknowledge our loss or to plan the funeral, which was odd…it was one of his duties to the pack. What is going on? Should I ask dad or just leave it…maybe things we’re just taking a bit longer. After battling internally for at least an hour, I headed home with the shopping and decided to leave it a day or two and then I’ll check…a week is long enough to wait.

The next few days went by in a blur, people visited, and I started my new job in a local shop, nothing too fancy just helping customers upgrade and set up their phone contracts. Nobody really spoke of the rogue attacks and we all just seemed to move on, during my lunch break I was heating up my tomato soup and I don’t know what the connection was, but it hit me that the Alpha still hadn’t been to the house or spoke to us regarding mum. So, I decided to stop by the pack house on my way home from work and ask what was happening with the funeral, I never understood the formalities, but mum always said it was part of pack life, so I just accepted it.

Stopping by the pack house I noticed a strange atmosphere, I knocked, the door opened, and someone shouted to come in. I didn’t think much and just walked to the main office, it was like muscle memory, I almost didn’t notice the change in decoration or the difference in staff. It was then that I stopped walking and really took in my surroundings the pack house, the building I has spent so much time in throughout my childhood was different was unrecognizable, I actually wondered if I’d accidently walked into someone else’s house. The hall to the main office was a beautiful charcoal grey colour with a small white side table that always had a beautiful fresh bouquet of flowers, just before the door there was a small black 2 seater sofa, with light cushions and a small round table that had magazines, colouring books and pens, this was for anyone waiting or the packs children while parents were busy. Now the walls were a deep burgundy, the doors had been painted black or replaced, the table remained the same but no longer had flowers and the activity table, as we called it, was completely gone. 

I was stood in a daze looking at how everything had changed when I heard the same voice again “are you coming in? stop wasting my time!” and just like that I snapped back to reality that wasn’t my alphas voice, how did I miss all the changes around here? Granted It’s only been a week but seriously what the hell! Clearly, I must have stood there for too long cause the voice was right next to me now “helloooo?” I turned almost stunned, and in typical Danielle fashion I managed to trip over the invisible step and hit the deck. f**k. I felt arms help me up, and could feel the annoyance, you know that thing where you don’t even have to look at someone to know how they feel, it just bores into your soul. They lifted well more pulled and shoved me back up to my feet and that’s when I noticed the blood, God dammit what did I even cut my leg on?

“You should heal quickly, but here’s some tissue” came that voice again. I took the tissue without really acknowledging him, but I did notice that his arms were huge and muscular and that tan? Wow. Wait who is this guy. He had the typical fit guy body, with brown hair and hazel-coloured eyes, like little pots of honey, I noticed he was wearing a smart blue shirt and an ‘I’m annoyed’ look on his face. I decided it was in my best interest to just get to the point and get the hell out of there. Naturally my voice almost broke trying to form the words “umm I’m uhh looking for the the the Alpha “I steadied myself and managed to clear my voice “I lost my mum almost a week ago and haven’t heard anything about the funeral or…” I trailed off unsure how to proceed when I noticed his eyes on me, almost burning a hole into my face.

“you’re looking at the Alpha, the names Jax”. He could clearly see the shock or confusion on my face, I just felt lost at the words and barely squeaked “what” when he said “he’s dead, he died in the battle and this is my pack now and it looks like I haven’t seen your family yet, so follow me” and just like that the story began.