The Randersen

It was so... scary.

Moving to a new town, for the third time.

Marika took a deep breath, and observed the scenery from her window, on the back seat of her mother's Ford Fiesta.

Buildings were tall and trees were scarce, it was mainly roads and pollution.

Her developed sense of smell made her feel almost sick, took out the bottle of water and gave a little sip.

She checked timidly the two people on the front seat. Her mother was driving, the sister was reading her personal diary.

"What?" Nicole snapped, "I can feel your eyes on me, Mari."

"I am nervous, sister." she started, "The last place we lived in was a disaster, I haven't been able to make friends, and..."

"I am sure this time will be different, Hun." Her mother tried to reassured.

Marika sighed.

Arianne Randersen looked at her with a smile, "We are in Wales after all. The few times I went with mum and dad I..."

"But why don't we go to our grandparents, then?" Marika asked.

Her mother hesitated, Nicole huffed, "You know exactly why... The Alpha order is in place."

Okay...

Hey everyone, my name is Marika Randersen.

I am an eleven years old girl, I am shy and quiet, some would say I'm boring.

But one thing for sure: I am not an ordinary person.

You see, my mum, that stunning lady driving, is a wolf, a werewolf to be exact. Before my sister and I were born, she broke the Pack's law, and because of that we're not allowed in the wolves' lands.

About the law she broke...

Nicole snapped her fingers and a little fairy appeared next to her, Arianne cursed and told her off, "We can be seen!! Make her go, young lady, or as soon as we reach the town, you will be grounded!"