There's no way that i have three mates!

The first rays of morning light fought valiantly against the heavy curtains, determined to pierce through the comforting gloom of my small room. I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow, futilely attempting to hide from the inevitable. God, I hated Mondays.

Just as my eyes threatened to drift closed again, my alarm clock shrieked. With a frustrated grunt, I yanked the infernal device from the wall, silencing its incessant chirping. Who invented these things anyway?

My bed, a glorious single in my tiny 5x5 sanctuary, felt like the greatest haven on earth. It was my space, finally. I dragged myself to the even tinier bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. My reflection stared back: tanned skin, long black hair, and those shocking gray eyes that set me apart from my siblings. I was the Beta's daughter, a werewolf of the Darkmoon pack, and apparently, the strongest female – which, of course, meant I was 'bigger' than everyone else. Sigh.

From downstairs, the usual morning chaos erupted, my younger and older brothers yelling at each other. "What a loving family," I muttered sarcastically, grabbing my favorite ripped jeans, converse, and a striped hoodie. Downstairs, I snatched a quick bite before it all vanished, then bolted out the door like a shot. Today, I had to find my mate. My wolf was practically vibrating with excitement.