Chapter 1: Quinn

“Quinn Pierce! Get your ass up! You’re late for school.” My mother yelled from down stairs.

I groaned, throwing my comforter over my head.

“Quinn! Did you hear me?!” She yelled again.

“Ugh! Yes I’m coming!” I yelled back, ripping the cover off of me and whining to myself.

I stumbled to my bathroom. “Woof” escaped my lips when I saw how rough I looked in the mirror. My blonde hair looked like a lion's mane and the bags under my eyes were very prominent. I knew I should have brushed my hair after my shower last night but I was too lazy. No amount of brushing would save it.

Quickly I straightened my hair, slapped some makeup on, and brushed my teeth. Running to my closet I grabbed a shirt from my hamper and smelt it. Eh, clean enough. And grabbed some jeans that were laying on the floor.

I rubbed some of the wrinkles on the front of the Led Zeppelin t-shirt while looking in my full length mirror.

“Well, that’s as good as it’s going to get,” I mumbled to myself. I booked it down the stairs and grabbed my bag that was hanging on the bench.

“Think fast,” my father yelled, throwing me a waffle. I caught it before it hit the ground and threw it in my mouth while trying to get my converse on. “Eat on the road, your mom is already in the car.” He said while I rolled my eyes.

“Of course she is.” I groaned.

“Hey cut your mom some slack. You know it’s been nuts around here with issues with other packs.” My dad said before giving me a peck on the temple. “I love you, and please for the love, don’t piss your mom off even more.”

I roll my eyes but smile. “I’ll try my best, no promises,” my voice muffled from the waffle being lodged in my mouth. I bounced on one leg as I tried to get my other shoe on. Booking it to my moms suv.

“Glad you could join us,” my mother sneered.

I didn’t respond. Fully knowing my mom was not someone you wanted on your bad side. Clicking my seatbelt I looked back at my little brother Ryan who was playing with two dinosaur figures. “Quinny I get to do a show and tell today!” He beamed. He looked exactly like my father. His bright blue lady killer eyes and black hair were going to bring trouble. That much I knew. I wish he would stay little and innocent forever. He may be 8 but he was my best friend.

“That’s awesome, Bud.” I smiled back at him, taking another bite of my waffle that was now cold.

The drive to school was quick. We pulled up to the high school. Everyone was already inside. We were late.

“You are the Alpha’s daughter Quinn, you should be on time. You will not get special treatment.” My mom scolded me as I got out of the suv.

“I understand mum.” I responded by closing the door. I didn’t want to tell her I had another sleepless night. The whispers and nightmares were relentless.

My mom rolled down the passenger window. “Oh and Quinn, I love you.” She said with a sigh.

“I love you too mum.” I scurried to my homeroom. Dreading the lecture I was about to get from Mr.Andrew’s.

I swiftly got to my seat. Mr. Andrews glared at me while continuing his thought.

I got judging looks from my home room classmates. I wanted to disappear in my seat.

Everyone acted weird around me not only for being the alpha's daughter but also because of some “outbursts” I had during school.

I couldn’t help that for whatever reason I would get whispers in my head randomly. I knew it wasn’t my wolf because these voices sounded distant and old. There was one day that I even blacked out and somehow ended up in the gym walking around in a trance. Another time when I screamed and the windows shook. I can't forget to mention when I woke up in a field completely naked with no recollection as to how I got there.

I watched as people whispered, fully knowing it was about me.

The bell rang and I quickly bolted for my locker. As I put my combination in, Alexa, the most desired in our grade, leaned on the locker next to mine while chewing on a piece of gum loudly. Her two minions Claire and Debra were standing behind her giving me mischievous looks. She brushed her long red hair over her shoulder. She was slightly shorter than I but had a body like a model. Her green eyes reminded me of an evil witch. Guess they matched her personality.

“So freak show, what theatrics are you going to show us this week?” She said before popping a balloon with gum.

I glanced over at her before grabbing my book out of my locker and closing it. I went to turn when I heard her annoying voice again. “Some Alpha you will be. Fucking freak.. She can’t even stick up for herself.” She put her foot out and I stumbled over it. Her minions and her started cackling like a bunch of hyenas. I didn't say a word, trying to contain my anger.

“Alexa eat some dick and die,” my best friend Rachel snapped while looping her arm into mine, catching me before I fell. She started dragging me down the hallway to our next class.

I looked back to see Alexa pop her hip and turn around. Minions following.

“I had it covered,” I mumbled to Rachel. As I took my seat in our next class.

“Oh yeah you really looked like you had it covered,” she replied sarcastically.

I smiled and rolled my eyes and started taking out my notebook. I was always intrigued by how uncaring Rachel was. She didnt give a flying fuck what anyone thought about her. She proved that especially with wearing the craziest punk outfits you could imagine. Today she wore thick black platform shoes, fishnets, a black skirt that had chains coming off of it and a tight black and white shirt. Her short black hair was curled with her make up dark except for her lipstick which was bright red. I wish I had her tough skin. I just wanted to be accepted.

We started working on our lab of the day. Mrs. Radnecki had her long white lab coat on that looked like it was 3 sizes too big and kept rolling up the sleeves as she helped maneuver some of the lab equipment on the tables.

All of a sudden my vision tunneled. When it regained I was not in the classroom anymore but in a graveyard. Looking around were freshly dug graves with my pack members and families names on them. In the distance was a figure that was in all black. They almost resembled a reaper. When I glanced away from the figure I noticed that the grave in front of me was my own.

Before I knew it a scream left my lips and I was back in the science lab. All of the windows and lab equipment shattered from the force of my scream. I fell to my knees covering my ears trying to shield myself and get the images out of my head.

I looked up and scanned the classroom. My classmates huddled under the tables and shook off glass as they stood while giving me strange looks. Rachel looked at me with a concerning look trying to crawl over to me to check on me.

Poor Mrs. Radniecki's glasses were completely cracked. She took them off looking at them and then to me.

I stood up slowly “I’m…so.. sorry…” I stuttered, completely mortified in what just happened.

“You should go.” Alexa said glaring at me crossing her arms over her busty chest.

Before Mrs. Radnecki could say anything and before Rachel could get to me, I booked it out of the classroom.