I woke up to the loud trill in my ear. Since I had hypersensitive hearing, it was especially loud. I groaned. Some dick turned the volume up. I fumbled around until I managed to smack the offending alarm clock on the head. It shut up. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head. After about 2 minutes I panicked and fell out of bed.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!" I cursed, as I begin grabbing articles of clothing off the floor. I was late. This was not good. Daniel was going to kill me! 

Hi. My name is Wren Alistoni. I am a werewolf. Have been for about 4 years. I stop aging at 18. Today. My birthday. Let me tell you a thing or two about werewolves...

To become a werewolf, you have to have been in service to a pack for several years. Then, when the Alpha or Luna of the said pack decided that you were ready, they would give you the bite. It was then up to the gods to see if you were worthy of the honor. If you were, you woke up in wolf form. If not, you just died. Many, many candidates had died due to the fact that they were unworthy in the eyes of the gods.

Females were even rarer. If one did survive, they were immediately given Luna status, got to choose the best warriors from their previous pack, and then go off to start their own pack.

Werewolves can be turned at any age, and they keep aging until their '18th' birthday. We age at a rate of two human years to one werewolf year. So it takes longer. Once we reach '18' we become fully immortal to age. 

'18th' birthday. The day a werewolf finds their mate. I am not so lucky. I have been '16' for 4 years. No one thinks too much of it, but it means I will be 16 for the rest of my life. I hate it. There are drugs that we can take if we stop aging too soon, but they are expensive if you don't have the pack's approval. Which I don't. So yeah.

My pack thinks that I never should have been bitten and that I was a fluke. In fact, many of the pack's members have been trying to make my life a living hell. They have called me a pack slut, and the fact that I go off every night is to go and fuck pack members. But I don't. It just aggravates me. And most of the time, they succeed. But not today. Today I am going to prove to them that I am a Luna, and that my mate is powerful and that I am a werewolf! Unless I get killed by Canther Stone Pack's Alpha: Daniel, first.

Some say the reason he has an Aussie accent is that he was one of the original convicts who got sent there, and after he was bitten, he waited until his 'life sentence' had ended, faked his death and sailed back to England to create the Canther Stone Pack. Either way, he's scary, and has it in for me!

I kept swearing until I had everything on, and I was ready. I ran out of my box room, ran down all the stairs and headed to the kitchen. Because I wasn't viewed as a werewolf, I still had to act as if I was a candidate. Which meant that I had to be a maid.

I stumbled to a halt at the end of the line of kitchen maids. "Shit!" I thought as I saw Daniel eyeing me.

"Wren..." He said. The threat was implied. I bowed my head.

"Alpha," he sniffed, then mind linked me and asked why I was late. Keeping my head bowed, I mentally replied.

"Someone turned my alarm up and changed the time sir. I'm sorry," he sniffed and moved on to inspect everyone else's uniforms. I let out a sigh and immediately got evil-eyed by Trisha, the Pack's Luna. I shut up and kept my head down.

Wow. Great start to the day.

If only I knew how terrible it was going to get...