As well as being a very rare female wolf though I was also a pure white one, the only bits of colour on my thick coat were the black tips of my ears, the bottom end of my right paw and the end tip of my tail. I didn’t know if I was the only white wolf, only that they were considered even less common than the normal black or brown wolves. Getting up I quickly took a shower and ran a brush through my hair, leaving it to air dry as I walked to my draws and pulled out a pair of light blue panties and a bra to hold up my chest. Wondering what to wear for my first day of school I decided on a simple outfit, not wanting to stand out since it’s not like I wanted to go anyway. It wasn’t just humans who had laws, we wolves did as well. I had heard around that from the other few rouges that I had come across that it was now compulsory to attend the nearest wolf school. I hated it! You see even though barely any females could shift they still had some werewolf DNA, having slightly better senses than a human like speed and such as well as being stronger in addition to being able to heal slightly quicker as well. Not as much as a shifter, but enough that they could produce a male or female shifter with a male mate. Sighing I felt my brows crease, picking out a royal blue off the shoulder top and a simple pair of black skinny jeans. Adding a pair of converse I didn’t both with any make-up except a little mascara to bring out my emerald eyes and a slash of lip-gloss. Glancing at the clock my eyes widened when I saw I was late, grabbing my bag of books which I had packed last night I slipped an apple in my bag alone with my phone before locking up, running to the bus stop as I did so. I had to wait quarter of an hour before it showed, the smell of other rouges immediately filling my senses as I paid for my ticket and got on the bus. I scanned the faces quickly, seeing more werewolves than I expected all of them male of course. Another thing which was hardly heard of, a female shifter being a nomad. It was incredibly lucky for a male wolf to get a shifter for a mate, it would produce a stronger pup after all and with both my parents being wolves and with the alpha blood in my system it made senses I had better senses, my wolf being bigger as well as the fact I was a lot more powerful than most rouges I had come across. I had made it a mission to stay away from packs and I had succeeded, until this new law came out I thought bitterly. Ignoring the shocked and stunned looks of the other male shifters I took a seat near the front, slipping in my headphones as I distracted myself with my music. As I closed my eyes, letting the music run through me I thought about how bad this was going to be. It wasn’t a secret that packs hated rouges unless they turned out to be the mate of one of their females, other than that though they were treated as if a constant threat. I couldn’t blame them, I could be completely and utterly vicious in my wolf form, the amount of savage rouges I have come across and had to take down meaning I was a predictor in every way. I could take down multiple opponents with ease, and if we didn’t heal so quickly with the amount of fighting I had done I would have looked like an extra from a horror firm. I sighed again, finding I have been doing that a lot lately as I could feel and hear the gossiping at the back. They knew I had shifter blood in me, but not that I was a werewolf. You see I had also learnt how to mask my scent, blunting it so I could appear to just be a normal female from a shifter family. It would make things easier; I didn’t want the fuss or whispers that would come with everyone knowing I could shift. Not realising I could hear all of their conversation since my hearing was as good as theirs they continued to talk about me, not that I cared since it really didn’t bother me as much as it would bother someone else. I generally and honestly didn’t care what they said, knowing I could take them all down swiftly even if I got a few bites and tears by doing so. I had faced worse than the five of them, a lot worse since they was nothing more dangerous than a group of vicious nomads who wanted nothing but blood. Feeling the bus pull to a stop I opened my eyes and peered outside, seeing the other rouges coming off the buses as the pack who owned the land sneered in their direction. I kept my face blank, noting how all the rouges getting off were all male which really wasn’t a surprize. It was when I saw a young male rouge get off and immediately lock gazes with a small brunette that I couldn’t help but let my expression soften as I watched them. Their faces both getting a look of pure adoration as they gazed at each other, the male who would no-longer be considered a rouge running towards the female who jumped into his arms. It was the perfect fairy-tale, the pack whooping as congratulations went around. I knew though that deep down if I ever found my soul-mate, I doubted it would happen so easily as theirs did. I just didn’t have that type of luck on my side, though a girl could hope for her own happily ever after.