Zoe’s Pov I groaned as I woke up, the sun streaming through the crack in my curtains pulling me from my slumber. Sitting up I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, tucking my dark matted hair behind my ear as I scanned my small apartment. I didn’t have a lot of money and I lived alone, but since I travelled a lot I didn’t need a big place, especially when it would be only me living there. Looking around I took note of my bedroom, my black sheets thin due to my hotter than normal body heat as they covered the double bed which was pressed against the wall. I didn’t have any photos about, my shelves filled with either books or papers which were littered around the rooms in my place. Getting up I stretched, a yelp falling from my slightly uneven lips as felt my shoulder pop deliciously. I know you’re wondering who I am, let me explain. My name is Zoe Greenwoods and I am 17 years old and I have lived alone since I got kicked out at the age of 12. I know what you’re thinking, what kind of parents would kick out and make their child homeless at the small age of 12. Mine did but I will explain why later. As for what I look like I am actually taller than most females my age, my tall form making it able for me to tower over most who got on my wrong side which I admit isn’t hard to do. I have long brunette locks, the colours in my thick curls ranging from pitch black to both light and dark browns with streaks of a bloody red which were entwined in the other coloured strands of my hair. My long hair fell to my mid back, it tumbling down in natural curls when I ran a brush though it. My body was toned perfectly, with the amount of running I did it meant that I was in good shape and excellent fitness. My chest size was also about a C-cup which I was proud of, and while I wasn’t interested in having any relationships I was happy and confident in my body enough to do so when I was ready. Back to why I got kicked out when I was younger, I know you are more than dying to find out. It’s a shame it’s not a happier story, but what to you expect when it’s about a unwanted child in the family. You see I’m a werewolf, well I prefer shifter but whatever floats your boat. You see I am actually the daughter of an alpha, a very well-known one of our kind unfortunately. I also have an older sister and a younger brother, ones I haven’t seen in years. You see an alpha should be a male, one that will be able to take charge and lead the pack with their mate at their side. Sexist I know, but it has always been tradition. So you see when my father got my mother pregnant with my sister Stacy they couldn’t help but be disappointed, but due to her being their first they adored and spoiled her rotten. In my view though and I’m sure many others she was a complete bitch, believing herself to be better than everyone else as she held her nose up over just about everyone. Then my mother got pregnant with me, the family disappointment they used to call me when I still lived with them at the pack house. They hated me from the minute I was born, the fact I was just another female to them meaning they never actually saw me as their daughter, more of a mistake. Because of this I was treated like a slave, by the time I was able to walk I was bruised and beaten to do as I was told. It got worse as I got older, the labour I was given wearing me out enough that I had no friends and barely any positive interaction with others. My sister was the worst, she hated me with everything she had since she was there princess and I was merely an annoyance which took some of the light off her parents. It was when my brother was born, Matt that things got worse for me but better for the family. I loved my brother and we got on brilliantly, he was the only one I considered family and to this day we still keep in touch by text and phone. I never told him where I was, or where I was going but we were happy. You see when my parents gave birth to him, the boy that would lead the pack and such they finally thought they had the perfectly family. A male to take everything over and a female daughter who could shift, so since I was the defect in the family I was literally one day kicked out when the neighbours weren’t looking. When I said that they were happy that Stacy could shift I meant just that, a female shifter was extremely rare in the supernatural world and still considered is. Getting the phasing gene has nothing to do with blood, genes and who your parents are as long as at least one of them is a werewolf. Female shifters were more destined then born, it was pure luck on the girls side if she grew up only to find that she had the gene to shift. No-body knew though that at the young age of 5 I shifted for the first time and not like most did at 16, I was sitting in the woods like I normally did when it happened. I didn’t tell them, I didn’t want to since I had resented them from as far back as I could remember. Not even my brother knew, but while we were in contact which our parents didn’t know about according to him, we didn’t actually know that much about each other and our lives. It was a more call or text to make sure your safe and alive sort of thing. So when I got kicked out I didn’t scream and I didn’t cry, I left to live out my life as a nomad. My brother stated that my parents had told everyone that I had run away, that they had tried looking for me only to come up short. Bunch of bloody liars, how dare they!