The Black Alder Series novel Chapter 1

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"Elena", a voice came from behind me. I'm standing in the middle of the most beautiful garden full of rose bushes and white dandies. I turned around and saw a young woman approaching me. She seems to get more beautiful with each step she takes.

" Who are you and how do you know my name, I asked. " Mom always told me to ask these questions to strangers?

" I am a friend child", she replies with a smile on her face.

Her hair is the most beautiful color, silver and white blended together. She is dressed in a silver dress with beautiful curves, but what draws me in the most is her eyes. They are the bluest blue eyes I have ever seen and feel at peace. Her aura of power is pouring from her in waves and suddenly, even with me being 4 years old, I know she would never harm me.

" Your beautiful miss" I replied with the hugest smile on my face.

" Thank you darling", she continues, " Child, I have come to tell you something terrible is about to happen to you."

" What do you mean?" I said, getting scared. "What will happen?"

She sits on the ground and puts me in her lap.

" Danger will come to you from all sides, my child", She says, stroking my hair. " You must be patient and have courage." You must never give up, even when it seems like all hope is lost, my child".: You will be tested, but you must have faith in yourself. Never lose it.

She strokes my hair lightly and I get sleepier, her voice is starting to fade. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, to remember her words.

" What will happen, I ask?", as my eyes began to close.

"Remember my words" is all I hear before everything fades

I woke up with a sweat. The dream I just had, seems so familiar as if I've had that dream before, but in my dream, I was only 4. That was 10 years ago.

Is that when I first had this dream, I wonder to myself for sure, but a warning for what, and who is she? I can hear my mom and dad talking downstairs, making breakfast for me and my older brother Lynx. It is an average day here in Charlotte, North Carolina. Here the weather is always humid with limited chilly days. People in my pack hate the weather. I love it.

By pack yes, you guessed it. We are all werewolves here. Our pack is known as the Black Sun's pack, one of 15 packs in the whole state. A wolf king and queen ruled each state. Our king does not live on our parkland though. Most of us have shifted, some of us have not like me. The shifting age isn't until 18, but you can get your wolf conscious a little earlier than that. It's different for everyone. A wolf consciousness is like a voice in your head that is you, just a more animalistic version of you. They feel what you feel, see what you see. When you shift, they become you, and you become the voice in their heads, but you are still one. I cannot wait for mine.

I get up, make my bed, and go to the bathroom. Today is my first day at Black Sun High and I'm anxious. Black Sun high is the high school everyone in Charlotte, North Carolina goes to. It was filled with werewolves shifted and unshifted, and humans. Humans don't know about us, and we prefer to keep it that way. Humans knowing about the supernatural can get them killed very easily, so we prefer to stay by ourselves. I glance at myself in the mirror as my messy brown curly hair falls over my face. I can't help to think about how my body looks so much different than all the other girls. I'm 5,5. I have medium-length curly hair and deep blue eyes. My body is underdeveloped compared to all the other girls. Where they are toned in the stomach, I am chubby. Where they are thin and lean, I am short and fat.

I don't look like either of my parents, but my dad says he has family members with my eyes and hair color who are special, and he believes I am too. I never worry after he tells me this. I am also plus sized, but no one ever says anything to my face about it. Probably because my dad is the gamma of my current back and any insults towards me are an insult to him. My dad is very overprotective of me, which is something I love very much. I am closer to my dad than my mom or brother, as he seems to be the only one who cares about me. Dad never lets me train, so all the carbs tend to stick. The only exercise I can get is walking to school.

My brother is the opposite of me. He has blonde hair and green eyes, the same as my father, and they are both tall. I would say they both average around 6 and a half feet, with my dad being a bit taller. My brother and I have a strange relationship. He isn't mean to me, but he isn't nice either. It's like he only tolerates me because our dad does. Sometimes he acknowledges me if he is in a rare mood. He always has this bored look on his face other than when he is with his friends. My mother’s influence is rubbing off on him. Speaking of "Mothers".

My mom, Diane, has an olive tone skin color with black hair and hazel eyes that always seem to narrow at me when I am around her. I do not know why but she just seems to get annoyed with me quickly, like I did something to her. She yells at me for the smallest stuff when dad isn't around. It's always like she is trying to punish me for something, though I've yet to figure out what that something is. I have just learned to stay out of her way. My brother, however, is the apple of her eye. He knows how she treats me when dad is not around, but he does not say anything. She has never hit me or anything, just yells and calls me names when I make a mistake. Dad knows something is up though. I can sometimes hear them arguing when he catches her yelling at me when she thought he was not looking. I know I am slowly coming between them, and I hate it.

I ran to the bathroom to wash up and get ready. I decided to go with a white-collar shirt, some skinny jeans, and white forces. Better to keep it casual. I climb downstairs greeting both parents. My dad kisses my head with the daily glare from mom.