Chapter 85
Hey guys before you continue reading, a lot has changed remember Bryan released some rogues and even allow some to his pack, guys that was the biggest mistake he ever did and now his alpha title has been stripped away from him and Melvin was taken away from Claire and she became weak unless she gets another mate or Melvin comes back..the most surprising thing is that Luara gave birth to another child. How, I know that's what you are thinking about but just continue reading from Claire's POV.
Claire's POV (Divided Pack)
"Are you freaking kidding me!" I hear the voice of the devil wake me from my sleep, light floods the once still and dark room
"Claire! I told you to wake me up two hours before we had to leave! And your lazy ass is still in bed" my sister yells and I groggily open my eyes to see a pillow flying at my head.
I flinch and catch the pillow before it hits me
"I'm sorry ok" I sit up and rub my eyes1
I look over to my annoyed and irritated, hardly younger, sister who stands in my doorway. She's in a pink silk robe that cuts off right at her mid thigh, her long and smooth tan legs completely naked and toned. She frowns her pink pursed lips and rolls her eyes that glow in the brightness of my room. Her usual perfectly curled light brown hair with, as she likes to claim, 'natural' blonde highlights. Even though everyone knows that color is straight out of a box, is messy on her shoulders.
"Just get up, we're leaving for school in less than an hour" she flips her sooned to be tamed hair over her shoulder as she struts out
Whoever said the older sister controls the baby has never met Beverly. I guess baby is an overstatement, we're only 11 months apart. Our parents are soulmates, destined to be together forever, each other's one true love. The one that understands you and will love you for as long as you both live. When I find mine I'm hoping to get as far away from this pack as possible.
They met 18 years ago and nine months later I was born, my Mother got pregnant again two months after me. Beverly's supposed to be in the grade below me but as lucky as I am she and my parents decided she'd do better if she skipped a grade. Last week she turned 17, my eighteenth birthday is coming up as well....I could just leave, my parents would still have there princess. To them she's the smart one, the beautiful one, the one that they love the most.
I've always thought you and your mates children were supposed to be equal, they are the representations of the love you share for each other...at least that's what the other werewolves have told me. But those families are different I supposed. Beverly's the true representation of their love, I'm just...the other one. She has my mothers eyes and beautifully tan completion and fathers hair and smile.
I stand from my bed, knowing if I'm not getting ready and she comes back in here she's going to have a fit and nothing good ever comes from her fits. I sleepily walk over to my closet to choose another outfit to wear to hell. It's funny really, Beverly is queen bee of school and I'm the loser and weak link to the pack... that's what they think.
The only two people who have ever seen me in my wolf form are my parents. They refuse I run with any of my pack mates, so everyone assumes I'm nothing. My parents say my wolf is weak and feeble, I've been told it so many times I almost believe it but I feel so powerful and strong when I turn...maybe it's just in my head. My parents told me to never tell a soul about my particular wolf form, maybe it's a bad thing to be-....to be a black wolf. I've only ever heard of alphas having black fur. I turned on my sixteenth birthday and ever since then I've felt like there was something wrong with me.
I turn my head to the full length mirror against my cream colored wall, I stare down my body and features. Eyes grey like the moon, skin pale like clouds, my hair a natural silver shine , not a drop of dye ever touched to my head; even though my Sister would lie and tell otherwise. Ever since I was a baby my hair has been a white silver color. I look down at my wrist and hold it, moving my thumb across the birthmark shaped like a crescent moon. It's slightly raised and unlike usual birthmarks its lighter than my skin. I've never thought much of it but always though it was unique to me. I have my mothers petiteness and flawless skin. When she smiles, genuinely, but never at me, I even have her big white smile and deep red lips.
I face the mirror and adjust my tank-top pulling it higher to my neck trying to cover my small but enough cleavage for a girl of my hight and slenderness. I roll my eyes and quickly look away from the mirror. My sister could stare at her reflection all day, I'd rather not.
I quickly throw on a pair of cuffed ripped jeans and a T-shirt. Grabbing my bag full of binders, I sling it across my body. I walk out and head for the bathroom, praying Beverly has finished her pamper time. To her everyday is an event and she must look like a hundred bucks. To me it's just school, another day where us werewolves get together to learn...not. More like us werewolves get together and judge the ones who don't fit in. AKA my Sister and her clan judge me and anyone who talks to me.
But I survive, I have the friends I need to stay afloat there...her taunting hardly bothers me anymore.
"Come on Claire!" I hear her irritation all the way from down stairs
I sigh and run my hands under the cold water, splashing it on my face. I brush my teeth and apply minimal makeup feeling the need to look a little better today. Maybe my mom won't comment about my appearance.
I walk down stairs slowly, kicking the ground a little as I walk, not wanting to leave the safety and vacancy of upstairs. I walk into the kitchen to see Beverly holding a handheld mirror to gloss her plump lips, my Mother standing in front of the granite island, packing my sisters lunch.
I smile wearily at her as she looks me up and down with green and brown eyes but thankfully makes no comment. Not even about my messy bun that's missed some of my silver strands. Her hair is blonde and shoulder length, she's tan like my sister and beautiful like her too.4
"morning" I say, not expecting a response
As expected no one replies as I walk to the fridge and pull out a sandwich I made last night and an apple. I pull my bag around and place the two items in a pocket away from my heavy books.
"I'm leaving" Beverly says walking over to our Mother, there matching eyes turn to each other and she hugs her
"Bye sweetie have a good day at school" my Mother says and kisses her head while handing off her lunch
"Where's dad?" I ask, she turns to me as Beverly walks away without even a glance in my direction
I don't understand, we used to be friends, she was my sister. We played together and laughed together but about five years ago everything changed, at first she just avoided me then she started to hate me. I try not to dwell upon the past but sometimes I wonder what happened.
"He went to go see your Uncle, he wasn't feeling well last night or this morning" she says, not making eye contact with me
"Oh, is he alright?" I ask, trying to make conversation
"He'll be fine, he's Alpha after all" she says and walks away before I can say anything else
"If you don't mind I'm going to go see him after school!" I call out to her but she doesn't answer, I sigh "alright then"
Yes my mothers brother, or my uncle, is Alpha of our pack. He's been Alpha ever since my Grandfather was killed in battle, a neighbouring pack tried to take over our land ,we lost my Grandfather in the process of winning. My uncle, Kenneth, didn't find his mate till later in life. He was 18 and she was 22, he's forty five now and didn't find May till a couple of years after I was born. May is pregnant now with a Son, they had tried earlier in there relationship but had a few bumps in the road, people were getting worried he didn't have an heir and neighbouring packs saw that as weakness. When they found out they were finally pregnant the whole pack rejoiced.
I adjust my bag and walk out of the kitchen and to the front door. The cool air of morning breezes past my cheeks and the yellow light of daybreak leaks through the dense pine trees that surround our pack, it sends a chill down my spine. Our pack is a community in the forrest. All our houses are built next to, or near, each other. I look to the huge house next to ours, the largest house in the pack belongs to the alpha of course.
Alphas are the leaders of everyone but are also head warriors, the warriors of our pack train daily and have a mind connection. All wolves have a mind connection with there pack, when you find your soulmate and become one you get a private mind link. You can link with the rest of the packs mind with permission or at a certain age. I haven't. Honestly I'm glad no one can hear my thoughts and I can't hear there's. I don't even want to know what the pack thinks of me, they say enough.
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