Back and Better book novel Chapter 3

Chapter Three

18 months later

“Back to hell”

Amira POV

“Yeah? Come at me, bitches!” I taunt the twins.

“YOU ARE SO DEAD!” Jason yells.

“Catch me if you can” I squeal, running out of the packhouse. I accidentally collide with Luna Anna, though I call her my real mom. This is my genuine family, and for the past year and a half they have treated me like a daughter and sister.

“Amira! Careful!” she scolds.

“Sorry mom!” I yell behind my shoulder, running into the woods. The next person I collide with is my brother and soon to be Alpha, Damon.

“Woah! Where’s the fire, sis?” he asks.

“Damon! Help! Jason and Derick are after me!” I screech, hiding behind him.

“You, a white wolf, is scared of two delinquents?” Damon asks with a chuckle.

He’s right. White wolfs are the rarest wolfs, and they have supernatural abilities that link them directly to the moon goddess. The night I joined this pack and my real family, I shifted and was a white wolf. Apparently there are only a few other white wolfs alive right now.

“They’re threatening to tickle me!” I defend myself.

Jason and Derick catch up, standing in front of Damon.

“Hand over the sister” Derick solemnly commands.

“And what is the offense you are attempting to punish?”

“She ate all the brownies.” Jason complains.

“You idiots! I made those brownies! I had no obligation to share!” I yell.

As a white wolf, I have a lot of perks. That means a banging body and face, crazy smarts, and unmatched fighting skills. Only a few alpha’s can beat me in a fight- human or wolf form.

“You ate the entire tray! How do you even do that?” Derick says.

“Easy. I’m a white wolf.” I rebut.

“Showoff!”

“Asshole!” I retort.

“Enough!” Damon says. “As the Alpha here, I believe I’ve come up with a sentence.”

“What?” I squeak.

“GET HER!” Damon says.

I scream and run away from them.

“You bastard!” I yell back at Damon.

In about five seconds he catches up to me, tackles me, and throws me on the ground- tickling me mercilessly. The twins join in and torture me for five minutes before finally letting up. I’m giggling uncontrollably and wheezing.

“Boys! Amira! Training time!” Dad bellows. We all stand and I brush myself off.

The boys and I train all of the pack warriors. Even the warriors up to decades older than us.

There is nobody stronger than us. And nobody as skilled as me.

What can I say? White f*****g wolf.

As we start walking back to the packhouse I jump onto Damon’s back.

“Brat” he says.

“b***h” I retort.

That’s kind of our thing. I’ll do something silly, and Damon will call me brat- and I’ll retort with b***h.

The twins tend to tell me I suck, and my rebuttal to that is “Yeah, but at least I f*****g swallow. You two are quitters.”

Once we get to the packhouse I go upstairs to get dressed, and the boys go to lead warmups.

I put on a black sports bra, black shorts, and my new black Nike sneakers. When I head back down I see that the pack warriors in training are currently running laps around the field in the backyard of the packhouse.

“Are we thinking hand to hand combat today?” I ask Damon.

“Yeah. We’ve been practicing in just wolf form too much recently, let’s just go for hand to hand.”

I nod. Once warmups are over I step up.

“Alright ladies.”

I call the guys and girls ladies. What? They act like bitches.

“Today we are doing hand to hand combat. Find a partner who’s in your strength and height range, and spar.”

“Why don’t you ever spar?” A voice from the back calls.

Damon snorts. “Because she’s better than all of you.”

“She’s just a seventeen year old girl. How is she better? I bet I could take her down.”