"It's complicated," I said, my lips muddled and cheeks flushed. "I don't like him like that he's..." I paused. "Just a friend, " I said whimpering while my best friend's eyes grew wide. She knew about it, it was obvious I liked him, but I couldn't bring myself to tell the truth.
'I am an alpha' I repeat. Every day at school I'm what other wolves call human. However, at night I change. The blood rush, hunters lust, a sacred dance between predator and prey. Long since I can remember It's been a tradition amongst many generations of wolf packs, my parents included. Then one night, we stopped going out, stopped hunting, stopped everything. It was the night my mother disappeared.
All these years after the incident, I can't give up searching for her body, I refuse to have distractions. 'Damien is human' I scream at my wolf, 'I will not give up on my flesh and blood over some boy. So we're in heat? deal with it.' What if he finds out about what I am? At first glance I'm normal but that's only until moonrise. What would Father think if I brought home a human boy? "hey honey who's this nice piece of meat you brought home?" yeah right Dad 'As if! Bringing Damien home would only lead to another "incident" I'd have to worry about other than the disappearing act of mother dearest.
I've got bigger problems than whoever's taking me to prom.