She-Wolf

She took hurried steps throughout the room while minding the clutter on her apartment floors. Amber struggled to get the proper items in her bag.

It was her last-first day at Mt. Peake High School, and she wanted to make a good impression on the students that was seeing her.

She wore a pair of black, skinny jeans, a plain, blue top with silver swirls adorning the shirt. Her shoes were a fine pair of sneakers, her favorite she owned, Nike Huaraches. They were blue like the rest of her outfit.

Amber finally assembled all her items and looked at the time. The clock on her phone read, 7:51, if she left any later than 8:00, she would be late.

She hopped into her brand new, red truck, a car that her mom bought for her 17th birthday. She named it “Freddy”, after her human friend who had stage four cancer, and unfortunately died. Every time she started the engine, it roared to life, just like Freddy when Amber came to visit him at the hospital.

When she reached the school, she couldn’t help but compare it to the one she went to in Virginia. The school was in the center of the woods with a small fountain resting at the front. The outside walls were of stone brick and there were many windows situated on the building.

Teenagers were littered around the parking lot and a few students rested by the stairs. They all seemed to be split into different groups, just like kids that went to her last school.

Amber walked into the building and immediately bumped into a student. She was tall and had such long strawberry blonde hair, her eyes a fierce hazel.

“Watch out next time, because I won’t be nice”, the girl growled. Her eyes were narrowed into a glare, while they quickly flash gold, her mouth quirked into a smirk.

What a bitch. Amber’s first impression of the lanky female was none other than bad. Although she was pretty and dressed quite expensively, she was too rude to be anything beautiful.

Amber walked into her study hall, with confidence reeking out of her pores. She was one of those she-wolves who didn’t let others bring down her pride.

“Class, this is Amber, she is one of the new students who is attending our school.”

The teacher introduced her, and she had almost forgotten that others from her pack, had moved to the new school as well.

“You can take a seat right next to Mrs. Wilson, at the back of the room.”

The strawberry blonde she bumped into a moments ago, raised her hand, and looked at Amber with a mischevious look.

Mischievous she-wolve plus her equals humiliation. Amber for once felt anxious, with how the girl was staring at her. She immediately tamped up her dominance, and she noticed how the girl flinched slightly.

“And I apologize for being unnecessarily rude to you,” the blonde said.

Amber wasn’t surprised about the apology, and the girl had such a sincere smile on her face with eyes glowing gold.

“I didn’t know you were an Alpha”, she nervously said. Something flashed in her eyes, a dangerous red glint before they quickly turned back to hazel.

“I’m not,” Amber replied. The girl’s eyes enlarged as if she was surprised, although she quickly composed herself.

Don’t be too obvious. Her wolf cut into her mind before she could say anything else. She can report about you.

As if on cue, a bell rang throughout the classroom. Amber didn’t realize how long she sat in her seat just staring at her desk, talking to the wolf inside her head.

It was the end of the day and Amber did no type of work in all of her classes. She wanted to go home and run, feel the wind going through her fur, but she was also exhausted. From the lectures that went on in her classes, tired of being at school.

Amber drove to the forest surrounding her pack’s temporary house. There were six bedrooms that accommodated to the five she-wolf transferees and their gamma, the third in command. Her alpha sent them to hopefully find their mates since all the male wolves at Jade Mt. were mated.

She took off her clothes while hiding behind a tree. She shifted, her bones cracked and moved into their new places and her face elongated into a snout. Fur sprouted out of her pores as quickly as she could blink.

Amber’s wolf was a beautiful midnight black, with light silver socks on her paws.

She was an alpha-born she-wolf, those who had darkest black fur. Amber’s parents were dead, and she did not know who they were.

Amber was a proud female. She ran through the woods dodging, the obstacles of her path, trees and large rocks that protruded from the ground with elegance. But that all did not stop her from making mistakes. Once or twice, she would trip over a tree root and small little rocks that littered the soil.

Sweet serenity. Amber loved the forest with all her heart. It was her home, away from home. She enjoyed the little animals that skitted across the forest floor. She thought less about her issues at home and more of the beauty of the nature that surrounds her.

After her run, she returned home and quickly took a shower, and after was greeted by the distressed looks of her five roommates.

“Amber! We have been trying to mind link you,” said one of them. “But you were blocking it.”

She forgot that she blocking the link. She was a wolf of solitude and she did not like others snooping into her brain. Definitely as well as letting them know her secret plan.

She wanted to rule over her own pack, a group of strong wolves. Amber was an Alpha by birth, and she was going to take that title, no matter how long it will take her.