Chapter 1

I lived in a small town in Oregon with my drug addict mother. My mother let her drug dealer (Devon) stay at our house most of the time. He was a real winner that one. I stayed in my room most of the time. I was never home much anyway not that my mother cared really. She was always too high to care. One night I came home and heard them talking, I closed the door really quite so I could listen to them .

"What are you going to give me for this?"

"What do you want?"

"Your daughter."

"Okay."

I stood where I was horrified about what I just heard. Satisfied, I heard him hand my mom the pipe. He got up from the chair and I thought about running. No way they knew I was there. I turned around and reached for the door but it was too late. He grabbed my arm and I tried to get free. I was no match for him though. He threw me on my bed and ripped off my clothes and thrust into me. I closed my eyes from the pain and started to cry. That's when I decided to fight back. He had his hand over my mouth so I bit him which pissed him off. He called me a bitch and started beating me. I passed out.

I must have been out for a while because my mom asked me where I had been. I told her I was in my room. I just figured that she was to spun to get up and look. I went into the living room and found Dave sitting in the chair and Devon laying on the couch. I said hi to Dave( I actually liked him). He just looked from me to Devon and back again. He looked furious and Devon looked shocked. Almost like he was looking at a ghost. I went back to my room and sat on my bed.

"Devon, what were you thinking?"

"I figured she would die."

"Well she didn't."

"Oh well."

"That's all you have to say is 'oh well.' Does she even know what she is?"

"No, let her figure it out."

"I'll go talk to her since you won't."

I heard him get out of the chair and walk toward my room. He knocked on my door and came in. He knew I had been listening to the conversation. He gave me a weak smile and sat down beside me.

"Do you know what we are?"

"No..."

"We are werewolves."

"You mean like change at the full moon werewolf? You have to be shitting me."

"Yeah that's what I mean and no, I'm not shitting you. Haven't you noticed that your sense of smell and hearing have gotten better?"

"No I haven't."

"Okay take a deep breath and tell me what you smell?" so I did

"I smell sex, blood, sweat, grass, smoke, and wintergreen. I can also hear the neighbors fighting next door."

"That's good you'll learn to use your nose and hearing to identify people."

"You mean the way you smell like wintergreen?" "Yeah."

Then he told me about packs and how they worked. He also informed me that Devon was the pack alpha. If that's what you wanted to call it. There were only 6 wolves in the pack. Devon decided he was going to take me to the house. I didn't fight but I should have.