Chapter 1

When my parents died my whole world crashed. Eating and sleeping felt more like a chore then a basic need, it became even harder when the one group of people that were supposed to care for me cast me aside for their own gain. They wanted only werewolves in their pack and they believed that I was not one of them. Each werewolf learns to change when they turn five years old and I was 10 and had yet to change. I did not know why but maybe I was not meant to be one of them. As a young child I learned to live on my own. Looking for food and shelter was not easy but when I turned 15 I got a minimum wage job and found a small apartment that was very cheap on rent. Sometimes my landlord would give me a break on rent if I was short. I think he just felt bad that I had to take care of myself so young but the help was greatly appreciated after so long.

One day when I came home from work I saw a pamphlet in my mail box. All I had to do was write an essay to a school called The Royal Academy. As much as I did not feeling like putting the effort and time I did not have into an essay it would be a really great opportunity to go to a high class school that is more well known then the little school I was going to at the moment. I could get into better universities with just saying that I graduated from this high school. After a lot of contemplation I wrote a very sloppy fast essay and sent it without another thought.

Weeks went by and there was no word from the school so I let my mind adjust to the thought that my lame attempt was not good enough. It did not even surprise me that they didn't want me because everything in my life seemed to go wrong and I learned to accept that only I could count on myself.

But then the surprising thing happened. A month after I had let all hope of getting in run away I got a surprising phone call from the Dean of The Royal Academy saying that she loved my well written essay and that she was looking forward to seeing me in a few days. The good thing was that I did not have to relocate to fit into this school. I just had to drive half an hour every morning. It was not the worse thing but in the end it was my idea and words that got me into this new life and I had to do something with this new life I was making for myself.

To get ready I went shopping to get new outfits. The idea that I was going to go to a school with rich intitled teenagers that only got into this academy because they had parents that would do anything to let their children have all the opportunities even if they do not deserve them. I worked so hard for everything that I was given. I did not wait for older people to take pity on me and hand me their scraps, but now with the choices I had made I had to learn to fit in with others that were nothing like me.

I had never turned into my wolf side to go for runs as much as I had after I learned that I had changed my life. The world was changing. I was no longer going to be all alone. I had the opportunity to meet people make new friends and maybe just maybe find the guy who thought I was his whole world. I wouldn't have to be alone anymore. I could learn to grow as a person and as a partner for others who maybe would feel like they could rely on me. So many things could happen and so many things could go so wrong. There was always the chance that me being me could mess everything up, but I also could be the best version of my self with this chance.

There was endless possibilities and this was new territory I would never had thought I would enter. I was ready and I knew that it would be difficult but I was never one to give up and cry when things got hard.