When I woke up today, I felt different. My wolf did as well. Yes, I am a werewolf, the alpha of the Silver Bane pack to be exact. We were the largest and most powerful pack in the US.

I was declared as one of the strongest alphas in history, but at the age of 21, I still hadn’t found my mate. Because I still had the appearance of an eighteen-year-old, I could go to high school. But I was a senior, and this was my last year, and I was still searching for my mate in the school.

I was the oldest of five siblings. There was Jack, who was 18, Mark, who was 17, Macy, who was 12, and Leah, who was 10. We lived with our father, James, and our mother, Laurel. Our house was always rowdy with all the people living in it. We lived in a small community that consisted mostly of werewolves but with a few humans, but we hadn’t had any new humans moving here in over eight years.

Going to my drawers, I chose to wear my black long-sleeved shirt with dark jeans and my black biker boots. I went downstairs to see my family already eating. My best friend and beta, Jake, was also there talking to my father. When he and his companion saw me, they bowed their heads and greeted me with an “alpha”.

“Hello guys,” I said as I sat down and got myself a bowl of honey nut cheerios and listened to their conversation. I overheard that there was a new human family that just moved in. That was probably why I felt weird the morning. Once I finished my breakfast, I headed out.

“Bye guys, I”m going to school now. See you later,” I call out to them.

“Bye,” my family yelled back.

I walked to my Harley Davidson motorcycle. She was my most prized possession. I got on and made my way to school.