I'm Eliza Rae Black, 5"1, from Newyork. When my mother died and I had to go live with Unca Billy, I never realised how much my life would change. It was a normal day. Raining. Jacob carried in all of my bags. God he was buff now adays. He used to be a spageti kid tall and thin but now he was fucking huge. Intimidating even. I looked at him and smiled as he took my bags and showed me my room which was actually the attic room I shared with Rebecca. She had pictures of a boy all around it. His name plastered all over her diary, Paul... Paul... Paul... Ugghh. Boys.
Yes I'm 16, no I didn't like to fucking shag everything walking! I have long blonde hair I tend to hide behind a little and I have pale skin. No matter how much time I spend in the sun Im pale as bloody hell. I envied my father who was Quilette. He told me stories of wolves and how his tribe had them and how my own great grandfather was one. Yeh right. Werewolves... Or so i thought. When I came to LA push I was given funny lookes by all the dark haired, dark skinned, dark eyes people. I didn't like it. I was one of them in a way, I knew all their legends and stuff, so why act like Im so different. One of the big boy's Sam treat me like I was a princess and I heard him wisper to Emily "Another Alpha is home." Alpha? As in WOLF? Ughh.
The day I changed scared me though. My hands started to get warm and I began to come out in rapid sweats. The next thing I knew I couldn't see over the hair on my eyes. I walked on four platinum paws that felt so natural to me. With a flick of my head I glanced in the water at my reflection. I was a wolf my eyes and my hair colour were there... just not actually me. It was scary and I didn't like it at all.