Chapter 3
Chapter Three
18 monthster
“Back to hell”
Amira POV
“Yeah? Come at me, bitches!” I taunt the twins.
“YOU ARE SO DEAD!” Jason yells.
“Catch me if you can” I squeal, running out of the packhouse. I identally collide with Luna Anna,
though I call her my real mom. This is my genuine family, and for the past year and a half they have
treated me like a daughter and sister.
“Amira! Careful!” she scolds.
“Sorry mom!” I yell behind my shoulder, running into the woods. The next person I collide with is my
brother and soon to be Alpha, Damon.
“Woah! Where’s the fire, sis?” he asks.
“Damon! Help! Jason and Derick are after me!” I screech, hiding behind him.
“You, a white wolf, is scared of two delinquents?” Damon asks with a chuckle.
He’s right. White wolfs are the rarest wolfs, and they have supernatural abilities that link them directly
to the moon goddess. The night I joined this pack and my real family, I shifted and was a white wolf.
Apparently there are only a few other white wolfs alive right now.
“They’re threatening to tickle me!” I defend myself.
Jason and Derick catch up, standing in front of Damon.
“Hand over the sister” Derick solemnlymands.
“And what is the offense you are attempting to punish?”
“She ate all the brownies.” Jasonins.
“You idiots! I made those brownies! I had no obligation to share!” I yell.
As a white wolf, I have a lot of perks. That means a banging body and face, crazy smarts, and
unmatched fighting skills. Only a few alpha’s can beat me in a fight- human or wolf form.
“You ate the entire tray! How do you even do that?” Derick says.
“Easy. I’m a white wolf.” I rebut.
“Showoff!”
“Asshole!” I retort.
“Enough!” Damon says. “As the Alpha here, I believe I’vee up with a sentence.”
“What?” I squeak.
“GET HER!” Damon says.
I scream and run away from them.
“You bastard!” I yell back at Damon.
In about five seconds he catches up to me, tackles me, and throws me on the ground- tickling me
mercilessly. The twins join in and torture me for five minutes before finally letting up. I’m giggling
uncontrobly and wheezing.
“Boys! Amira! Training time!” Dad bellows. We all stand and I brush myself off.
The boys and I train all of the pack warriors. Even the warriors up to decades older than us.
There is nobody stronger than us. And nobody as skilled as me.
What can I say? White f*****g wolf.
As we start walking back to the packhouse I jump onto Damon’s back.
“Brat” he says.
“b***h” I retort.
That’s kind of our thing. I’ll do something silly, and Damon will call me brat- and I’ll retort with b***h.
The twins tend to tell me I suck, and my rebuttal to that is “Yeah, but at least I f*****g swallow. You two
are quitters.”
Once we get to the packhouse I go upstairs to get dressed, and the boys go to lead warmups.
I put on a ck sports bra, ck shorts, and my new ck Nike sneakers. When I head back down I
see that the pack warriors in training are currently runningps around the field in the backyard of the
packhouse.
“Are we thinking hand to handbat today?” I ask Damon.
“Yeah. We’ve been practicing in just wolf form too much recently, let’s just go for hand to hand.”
I nod. Once warmups are over I step up.
“Alrightdies.”
I call the guys and girlsdies. What? They act like bitches.
“Today we are doing hand to handbat. Find a partner who’s in your strength and height range, and
spar.”
“Why don’t you ever spar?” A voice from the back calls.
Damon snorts. “Because she’s better than all of you.”
“She’s just a seventeen year old girl. How is she better? I bet I could take her down.”
I recognize the voice as a 22 year old named Weston.
“Alright. Come here, then,” I invite him. He walks up past all of the other warriors, and stations himself
in front of me.
“Since I’m a gentlemen I’ll let you have the first move,” I say.
He attempts to sweep my legs out from under me and I jump to avoid that. While in the air I deliver a
strong kick to his diaphragm, sending him sprawling to the floor. He hops back up as I examine my
nails.
This time I strike first, delivering a punishing right hook to his jaw. He gets ready to throw a punch so I
do a backflip away from him, and when he runs at me I sweep his legs out from under him. He falls
face first onto the ground and I straddle him, twisting his arm back.
“Call uncle whenever you’ve had enough, sugar,” I tell him.
I’ve taken to calling boys sugar. It also helps because I can’t remember most of their names.
When he doesn’t say anything I snap his arm.
“UNCLE!” he shouts.
“Someone get the f*****g pack doctor. We have ady down,” Iment.
“You are such a badass!” My best friend, Samantha, squeals while running up to me.
Iugh and hug her. “Thanks, babe.”
“Attention all warriors” My dad’s voice carries throughout the training field.
“As you all know, there has been issues among surrounding packs with insufficient training. In other
words, some packs are ridiculously vulnerable to threats of rogues. Since packs look to us to keep
order and to help, we will be sending warriors to train other packs. I will list names and locations now.”
Oh, s**t. Please don’t send me to red river pack. Anywhere but there.
“I’ll start out with my children. You will be sent to the pack that needs the most help because of how big
their numbers are.”
Please, not red river. Please anywhere but there.
“All four of you will be going to red river pack.”
A collective gasp goes over the crowd. Although it is a pack secret, all of the warriors know my
background of bullying and ending up being the mate to Erebus. They are all sworn to secrecy because
I can’t afford for Erebus to know my location because I know he’lle looking for me.
“Are you kidding?” I say.
“Baby, you’re our best, and red river needs our best.” Dad responds. I push down my emotions and
nod.
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“You leave tonight. Go get packing.”
“ARE YOU f*****g KIDDING ME?!” I explode, before pping a hand over my mouth. Although the
Alpha is a true father, he is still an Alpha, and I respect him in public. I still respect him in private, but
talk back like any daughter.
Instead of anger that I expect from him, I see empathy in his eyes.
“You’ll have your brothers with you, honey. It’ll be okay.”
Without thinking twice, I set the pile of wood stocked up for bonfires about fifty feet away from everyone
on fire.
“f**k” I whisper. I’m still learning how to get my power over the elements under control. I douse the fire
with a bunch of water I create out of nowhere.
With that I run off into the trees.
Being a white wolf my clothes are intact when I shift, so I never have to worry about that. So, instead of
stopping to strip, I change right into my wolf.
I run, and run, and run until I reach the edge of our territory. There’s ake that marks it. I shift back to
human
In thest 18 months, I’ve seriously taken up ice skating. I’ve actually had multiple offers to join the
Olympic team, but never epted. I pull out a pair of ice skates I keep under a tree, and freeze over
theke with a swish of my wrists. For a few hours I just skate around theke, practicing jumps and
twirls and everything else I enjoy. It’s only after I’ve thoroughly tired myself out that I jog back home in
human form.
Dad’s sitting in the kitchen, going over some paperwork, when I get back.
“You leave in an hour and stay for a few months, maybe more depending on the help they need. Your
brothers will be ridiculously protective of you, so you don’t need to worry. Go pack. You can take your
car.”
I sigh. “Okay, dad. I trust this is for the best. But I can’t promise that I won’t beat some bastards
senseless.”
Dad smiles. “I’d expect nothing less.”
About an hourter, at 7pm, we start the two hour drive to Red River pack. Apparently Erebus has now
stepped up to Alpha, so he’ll be the weingmittee for my brothers and I. Thankfully we also
have Samantha and some warriorsing with us, so it won’t be lonely for me.
I’ve changed a lot in thest 18 months. I’m 5’5, a double D cup, a tiny waste but solid ass, toned legs,
and lean but strong muscles everywhere.
Waist- length chestnut colored hair. Bright green eyes.
I’m f*****g hot.
My brothers constantly threaten off suiters.
Hopefully Erebus won’t recognize me.
“ANTHA! GET IN THE f*****g CAR!” I call out to my best friend my nickname for her.
“Coming, Mira!” she responds with my nickname. She swiftly drops her bag into the car and takes a
seat in the passenger seat of my BMW X3.
We listen to music the entire ride, and are mostly silent.
“I saw a skating rink on google in the red river territory.” Antha says.
I nod. “Yeah, I used to skate there. I’m friends with the owner, hopefully he’ll still let me skate after
hours so I can blow off steam.”
She nods. “So you really can’t feel the mate pull?” she blurts out. Iugh.
“No. Erebus can, but I don’t feel s**t. The only way I’ll actually start feeling it is if he marks me, which is
definitely not going to happen.”
“I hope he rots in hell,” Antha asserts.
“Me too, babe. Me too.”