SETH

I had always thought of life as one big adventure. I had a whole pack – literally – of people who I could laugh and joke around with. And when that pack of people just happens to be werewolves, well then everyday was just its own personal game of excitement.

I woke up today – pretty early for a Saturday – and sat up in bed. I yawned hugely, stretching my arms out as I clenched and un-clenched my hands. I threw my longer-than-normal legs off the side of my bed and landed with a light thud on the hardwood floor of my room.

I quickly made my bed, tucking in the corners of it in hastily. I yanked down my drapes as a beam of sunshine shone through and hit me square in the eye. I stretched again before heading over to my mahogany dresser and pulling open a few of the drawers. I pulled out my light khaki shorts, new boxers and a plain white tee-shirt. My mom had refused to stop buying me nice tee-shirts since I always ruined them when I phased into a giant horse-like wolf. To be honest, I didn't really blame her.

I headed across the hall to the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel from the closet on the way over. I threw the towel and the clothes on the floor and quickly went to the bathroom before I hopped into the shower. I turned the nozzle to as cold as it went and let the water cascade over me. I snatched a bottle of shampoo from the small shelf and dumped some of it on my head, not bothering to see what kind I had grabbed.

I scrubbed it on my head and then rinsed quickly applying body wash to my body next. I rinsed again and shut the water off. I don't know why but for some reason long showers bothered me. I guess it was part of the wolf side of me. I didn't really like small spaces and since my head came above the curtain of the shower, well you get the point.

I threw the curtain aside and jumped out of the small shower. I swiftly dried myself and yanked on my clothes. I threw the towel over my head and rubbed it against my hair as I tried to quickly dry my shaggy hair. I hung the towel up on the rack and threw my dirty clothes in the hamper before heading over to the door and yanking it open. Leah stood outside, her arms folded across her chest as she stood with her arms across her chest. She had brunette hair down to her abdomen with hazel eyes and pale cheeks. She bustled past me, slamming the door on her way to the shower. Sometimes sisters were so dramatic. I heard the water start and I thudded down the stairs, intent on heading out for a group patrol with Quil and Jacob.

I almost made it to the door when I heard the refrigerator door close in the kitchen. Shortly after came my mom's voice,

"Seth honey, can you stop by the store and pick up milk?" I hung my head and let a soft groan slip through my lips. Today was Saturday, my day to have fun. But still, she is my mom.

"Sure thing" I replied as I grabbed my wallet on the way out before shutting the door behind me…