The loud beeping of my phone roused me from sleep, I shut the alarm and snuggled under the covers for few more minutes.
I usually take time in waking up, so I have set an early alarm. I finally dragged myself out of the bed and quickly got into my daily routine. I am an architect, at 24, I am one of the youngest employees of Barton & Tom one of the leading Construction firms in London.
Grabbing my coffee, I walked into the train. I always keep my headphones on because I can hear everything. I mean everything. I have extraordinary senses because I am not normal. I have extraordinary speed, agility, and strength.
No, I am not some superhero, I am a werewolf, however, unlike most werewolves, I do not live in a pack. No, I am not a rogue wolf either.
I belong to one of the most powerful packs of North America, 'The Jade moon pack'. I am very much in touch with my older brother the Alpha of the pack Rick Anderson and the pack Beta, Bobby. My father's beta Thomas Jackson, and his lovely wife Martha. I even visit my pack annually during Christmas.
However, I prefer living independently. Rather, I have got used to this lifestyle. There is a reason why I live away.
When I was 9, I had accompanied my parents to New York City for some inter-werewolf conference, I was overly excited about the trip. As we were staying right in front of the central park. But things did not turn out as expected. I do not remember much but my father died trying to protect me from the rogues and other packs. Werewolves are violent and territorial. They fight over littlest of things. My father died in a were war.
My mother died soon after due to a broken heart. They were mates. That is one of the reasons I do not want to find my mate. The mated wolves are like two halves of a soul. They either die or turn mad with grief if their mate is lost. Very few wolves manage to survive the ordeal of losing their mates.
I do not want to be one of them. Though my wolf has been searching for her mate ever since I hit puberty and shifted for the first time.
After my mother's death, I was sent off to Australia, to live with my aunt. Aunt Flora is a keeper. Keepers are humans who are aware of the werewolves and other supernatural beings. You see, werewolves are very secretive and stay hidden from humans.
There might be a werewolf living right next to you, and you would never know it. However, living among humans require some amount of human interactions for example tax filing, property dealings and various legal stuff.
Keepers are such humans who know about us and help us. My mother was also a keeper until she met my father and they discovered they were mates.
I did not live in Australia for long, as soon I shifted for the first time, my aunt moved to Europe. You see there are no wolves in Australia, hence no werewolf packs. If I were accidentally spotted by someone while out for a run, it would be hard to explain the presence of a wolf in the country.
Though even the UK does not have any wild wolves. They were all hunted down by the end of the 17th century.
Most of the werewolf packs migrated to the New World to avoid prosecution back in Europe. Hence, very few packs remained in Europe and none in the UK. They thrived in North America, soon adapting to the vast tracks of land and the wildernesses.
I have got control of my wolf now. I rarely shift unless I am in total isolation. I kind of like being human.
"Alice! How was your weekend?" Elsa my pretty redhead colleague asked me as soon as I had reached my cubicle.
"Nothing much, I visited aunt Flora, how about you?" I asked while shoving my bag in the drawer.
"Well, just usual clubbing. I missed you, you should join me next week with Mark of course."
Elsa grinned at me. I just laughed it off. Mark Barton the heir to the Barton & Tom is my boyfriend.
"When is he coming back from his business trip?"
"Middle of this week hopefully," I replied.