The Alpha's Rogue Luna

I crossed my arms and pouted my lips childishly. He sighed at me as I shook my head, telling him that I refuse to get out of the car. My brother sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Please don't make this harder than it needs to be" he whined.

"I refuse to exit said vehicle without a full, thought-out, apology" I stated glaring at my brother.

"I am sorry" my brother sighed.

"For what?" I promoted him. He growled in annoyance, a feral and animalistic noise. He was trying to intimidate me, it didn't work.

"I am sorry for breaking your record player" he mumbled grumpily.

"And .. "

"And for dropping the plate in the restaurant and blaming it on you" he added through gritted teeth, his eyes darkening in anger.

"Thank you for apologising" I smiled genuinely at him, I leant across to his seat and kissed his cheek softly. He instantly soften at my affection, despite his moods I was always his weakness.

"Right, come on, it is our first day," he said before he pulled me out of the car. He locked the car before we headed into the school. The first day of school, no one likes the first day at a new school. Especially when you start half way through the year.

People eyed us with curiosity and suspicion as we walked through the schools corridor. The school was no different from any other; cliches, cheery posters, rows of lockers and moody receptionists. "Can I help you?" the receptionist, with short grey hair, demanded her eyes narrowing at us.

"Yes it's my sister and I's first day" my brother smiled at the woman, her face softened slightly. My brother was always like that, he could charm his way out of any situation. He was just born with natural allure and charisma, something I hadn't worked out yet.

"Names?" the woman asked.

"Mason and Allison Brandson" he said pointing at himself and then me. I smiled at the woman as she nodded and began rifling through stacks of papers.

"Right Mason" she said, handing a schedule to my brother, "you elected to take; Chemistry, Maths, Computing and Physical Education" she read off the sheet. He nodded. My brother, as well as being Incredibly good-looking, was also like a number wizards. He was a genius when It came to Maths and other quantitative based subjects.

"And Allison" she said looking at me, "you elected to take; English Literature, Creative Writing, Theatre Studies and

Physical Education" she said and I also nodded. My brother may be good with numbers but I was better with words.

We thanked the receptionist, who grunted in reply, and walked back into the school corridor as we compared schedules. "Well we have the same Physical Education lessons" he smiled at me, "so I'll see you for lunch and then we'll go to the lesson together, yeah?" he asked and I nodded.

"See you later Mase" I told him as I looked down the corridor trying to find my locker.

"I'll meet you by your locker at lunch," he told me. "Oh and Allison" he stopped me from leaving by grabbing my arm, "make sure you stay under the radar, we don't want a repeat of last time" he whispered.

"I know I will, I just-" I was cut off as a scent filled my nose. Mason smelt it too as his eyes bugged in shock. We both knew that smell; Werewolf. I gulped and he took a shaky breath. "We should leave" I hissed at him in worry.

"No, we can't just bail. Then it will be obvious we're running" he replied. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "1 scouted the area, I didn't catch a pack too close ... I guess I was wrong" he sighed, cussing himself.

"It is fine, Mase" I reassured him. "We'll just keep our heads down and get on with school. We're not trespassing so no one can say anything. The pack wolves may not like it, but we aren't breaking any laws".

"Not by being here anyway" he added with a frown. "I'll meet you for lunch, anyone gives you any trouble, call me" he ordered me. I nodded before I walked away from him and to my locker.

After that I made my way to my English Literature class. I walked in and discreetly took a sniff. No wolves in this class luckily. I sighed as I took a seat near the back. Both Mason and I were Werewolves.

 We came from the Prima Moon pack, the strictest run pack of all. The Alpha is harsh and violent and is feared by all. My brother and I were on the run from the pack, we had been for almost a year.

The life of a rogue is hard sometimes, but my brother is always there to look after me. He is only six minutes older than me, but he acts as if it is six years. I didn't mind, because I liked him looking after me, even if he went a bit far sometimes. But since being on the run, I needed someone to look after me.

Being a rogue is not only hard, but also dangerous. There have been many times when Mason and I accidently crossed onto a pack's territory or have been attacked by other rouges, but luckily Mason and I were strong so we managed to fight well enough. He was a better fighter than me, although I was better than most she-wolves.

The teacher walked into the lesson, his hair messed up and slept on. He sat at the table and began taking attendance. "Allison Brandson," the teacher said my name and scanned the room.

"Here" I muttered, raising my hand ever so slightly. He smiled at me and ticked my name. The other students watched me curiously for a few seconds before they faced back to the front, as the teacher began the lesson.

I was lucky there were no wolves in my Creative Writing class either. So the morning wasn't that eventful, which I was glad for. Mason met me by my locker at lunch. "How was your morning?" I asked him as I threw my books into the locker more forcefully than necessary.

"Typical" he told me, "I saw a few wolves though" he said and I stiffened.

"What happened?"

"Two of them cornered me after my Maths lesson, tried to take me out. I knocked them around for a while then let them go" he shrugged like it was no big deal.

"You alright?" I asked him as I began checking his Injuries.

"Fine" he laughed at my worry, "Alli stop worrying, I'm fine. They were just pathetic boys, no strength at all. I felt almost cruel for knocking them about ... almost". I shook my head at him, in slight amusement and slight disappointment, he gave me a cheeky grin before we found a bench to sit at to eat our lunch.

By the time lunch was finished I was worried about mine and Mason's Physical Education lesson. I knew there would be a lot of wolves in this lesson. I took a deep breath as I headed Into the girls changing room. As soon as I walked in I smelt Werewolves.