Her Passion 1

Ava's POV:

I groaned as I awoke, the sun shining through the gap in my curtains rousing me from my slumber. Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and brushed my dark, matted hair behind my ear as I scanned my small flat. I did not have much money and I lived alone, but since I travelled a lot, I did not need a big flat, especially if it was just me living there.

Looking around, I noticed my bedroom, the black sheets, which had become thin from my above-average body heat, covered the double bed pressed against the wall. I had no photos with me, my shelves were filled with either books or papers scattered throughout the rooms of my flat. As I stood up, I stretched and a yelp came from my slightly uneven lips as I felt my shoulder crack deliciously.

I know you are wondering who I am, so let me explain. My name is Ava Gold and
I am 17 years old and I have been living on my own since I got kicked out of school when I was 12. I know what you are thinking: what parent would kick their kid out at age 12 and make them homeless? Mine did, but I'll explain why later.

As for my looks, I am taller than most women my age, and my stature allows me to tower over most who get in my way, which admittedly is not hard. I have long brunette locks, the colours in my thick locks range from pitch black to light and dark brown to blood red strands caught in the other coloured strands of my hair. My long hair fell to the middle of my back and cascaded down in natural curls when I ran a brush through it. My body was perfectly toned, and since I ran a lot, I was in good shape and very fit. My chest size was also about a C cup, which I was proud of, and although I had no interest in a relationship, I was happy and confident enough to do it when I was ready.

Back to the question of why I got kicked out when I was younger, I know you are dying to know. It's a shame it's not a happier story, but what can you expect when it comes to an unwanted child in the family.

You see I am a werewolf, well I prefer shifters, but whatever you want.

I am the daughter of an Alpha, unfortunately a very well known one of our kind.

I also have an older sister and younger brother that I have not seen in years. An alpha should be a male who is able to take charge and lead the pack with his mate by his side. Sexist I know, but it's always been tradition.

When my father impregnated my mother with my sister Sophia, they were disappointed, but since it was their first child, they adored and spoiled her. However, in my opinion and I am sure many others also thought she was a total bitch who thought she was better than everyone else and held her nose up above almost everyone else.

Then my mother got pregnant with me, the family disappointment as they used to call me when I lived with them in the pack house. They hated me from the minute I was born. The fact that I was just another female to them meant that they never really thought of me as their daughter, more like a mistake. Because of this, I was treated like a slave, and when I was able to walk, I was tortured and beaten to do as I was told. The older I got, the worse it got, because the work I was given wore me down so much that I had no friends and hardly any positive interactions with others. My sister was the worst, she hated me with everything she had since she was the princess and I was just a nuisance that relieved her parents a little.

When my brother Levi was born, it got worse for me but better for the family. I loved my brother and we got along great, he was the only one I considered family and to this day we keep in touch by text and phone. I never told him where I was or where I was going, but we were happy.

When my parents gave birth to him, the boy who would lead the pack, they thought they finally had the perfect family. A male to take over everything and a female daughter who could transform, and since I was the bug in the family, I was literally kicked out one day when the neighbours were not looking.

When I said they were glad that Sophia could shift, I just meant that a female shifter was and still is extremely rare in the supernatural world. Getting the phasing gene has nothing to do with blood, genes, and parents, as long as at least one of them is a werewolf. Female shifters were destined rather than born, it was pure luck for the girl if she grew up and then found she had the gene to shifter.

However, no one knew that I first switched gears when I was 5 and not 16 like most, I was sitting in the woods like I usually did when it happened. I did not tell them, I did not want to because I had always resented it as far back as I could remember. Not even my brother knew, but even though we were in contact, which he said our parents did not know about, we did not really know that much about each other and our lives. We were more likely to call or text to make sure you were safe and alive.

So when I got kicked out, I did not yell or cry, I left to live my life as a nomad. My brother said my parents told everyone I ran away, that they tried to look for me but to no avail. Bunch of damn liars, how dare they!

Not only was I a very rare she-wolf, but I was also a pure white she-wolf. The only coloured spots in my thick fur were the black tips of my ears, the bottom of my right paw, and the tip of my tail.

I did not know if I was the only white wolf, only that they were even rarer than the normal black or brown wolves.

After getting up, I took a quick shower, brushed my hair and let it air dry while I went to my drawers and pulled out a pair of light blue panties and a bra to cover my chest. Wondering what to wear for my first day of school, I decided on a simple outfit, not wanting to stand out since I was not going anyway.

Not only did humans have laws, but we wolves did too. I had heard from the few other ruffians I had met that it was now mandatory to attend the nearest wolf school. I hated it! Because although hardly any females could turn, they did have some werewolf DNA, they had slightly better senses than a human, were faster and stronger, and could heal a little faster too. Not as much as a shifter, but enough that they could sire a male or female shifter with a male partner.

Sighing, I furrowed my brow and picked out a royal blue off-the-shoulder top and a pair of simple black skinny jeans. I wore a pair of Converse with it and did without any makeup, except for some mascara to highlight my emerald green eyes and a touch of lipstick.

I grabbed my bag of books I'd packed last night and put an apple in my pocket, along with my phone, before locking up and walking to the bus stop.

I had to wait fifteen minutes for the bus to arrive, and the smell of other rouges immediately filled my senses as I paid my ticket and boarded the bus.

I quickly checked the faces and saw more werewolves than I expected, all male of course. Another thing that was hardly heard of was that a female shifter was a nomad. It was incredibly lucky for a male wolf to get a female shifter as a mate, after all, it would produce a stronger pup, and since my parents were both wolves and I had alpha blood in me, it only made sense that I had better senses, that my wolf was bigger, and that I was much stronger than most rouges I had encountered. I had made it my mission to stay away from packs, and I had succeeded until this new law came out, I thought bitterly.

I ignored the shocked and stunned looks of the other male shifters and took a seat near the front, putting on my headphones and distracting myself with my music. As I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me, I thought about how bad it was going to be. It was no secret that packs hated bullies unless they turned out to be mates with one of their females, otherwise they were treated like a constant threat. I could not blame them, because in my wolf form I could be absolutely vicious, and the many wild ruffians I encountered and had to take down meant that I was a predictor in every way. I was able to take down several opponents with ease, and if we had not healed so quickly, I would have looked like an extra from a horror movie with the amount of fighting I had been through.

I sighed again and realised I was doing that a lot lately, because I could feel and hear the chatter in the background. They knew I had shifter blood in me, but not that I was a werewolf. You see, I had also learned to hide my scent, to dull it so I could look like a normal woman from a shifter family. That would make things easier; I did not want everyone to know I could turn, or to whisper.

They did not realise that I could hear all of their conversations since my hearing was as good as theirs, and they kept talking about me, but I did not care since it did not bother me as much as it would bother someone else. In general, and honestly, I did not care what they said because I knew I could take them all down quickly, even if I got a few bites and tears in the process. I had seen worse than those five, much worse, because they were nothing more dangerous than a group of vicious nomads who wanted nothing but blood.

When I felt the bus come to a stop, I opened my eyes and peered outside to see the other ruffians getting off the buses while the pack that owned the land grinned in their direction. I kept my face expressionless and noticed that all the rouges getting off were male, which wasn't really a surprise.

It wasn't until I saw a young male rouge get off and immediately share a look with a short brunette that I couldn't help but screw up my expression as I watched the two of them. Their faces both took on an expression of pure admiration as they looked at each other, and the man who was a rouge ran towards the woman who jumped into his arms. It was the perfect fairy tale, and the pack cheered as congratulations made the rounds.

I knew, however, that if I ever found my soul mate, I doubted it would go as easily as it did with them. I just didn't have luck on my side, although a girl can hope for her own happy ending.