The Runaway Breeder

I sat in front of my mirror, my reflection stunning with my straight chestnut colored hair, the off-the-shoulder crop top, and my high-waisted mini skirt.

Today I would know my position in the pack now that I had shifted. I smiled at the picture taped to the mirror of my wolf with its bluish-white fur with black-tipped paws. My wolf was also stunning, and I couldn't help but smile at the memory of how much fun my cousin and I had had last weekend, his black wolf towering above me in the picture, the spring sun in May giving the forest a beautiful glow.

"Laina, let's go before we are late," Chris yelled up to my room from the bottom of the steps.

Taking one last look at myself, I sighed and slipped on my knee-high black boots and grabbed my cell.

"Coming!" I yelled back to my cousin and hurried down to where he was waiting.