"Happy Birthday, Hollister!" My older brother yelled at the top of his lungs, enthusiastically throwing an unnecessary amount of confetti in the air as people that had followed behind me woo ho'ed.

I resisted the urge to groan in annoyance, the only thing I wanted was to sleep-- clean up confetti from the floor for a month.

Jack, my older brother, ran up to me. He picked me up from the bed and proceeded to spin me around effortlessly, despite the fetal position I made no move to get out of.

"My baby sister is all grown up!" Jack Daniels cheered. Go on, make your jokes. I sure as hell do.

In all fairness... Oh whatever, there is no fairness. Our parents had screwed him over big time.

"Baby? I'm nineteen years old and you're what? Two?" I scoffed at him. Jack rolled his eyes at me, before putting me down and walking back to group of pack mates who stood excitedly at the end of my bed.

I looked at my alarm clock and almost let out a snarl when I realised the time.

"Jack! You woke me up at 4:20? You ass!" I growled at him, throwing my pillow at him in full speed but due to his werewolf speed, he dodged the flying pillow, letting the smack after in to the person behind him-- who was none other than his mate, Lia.

I let out a loud laugh, before sobering and asking if she was okay.

Obviously she was-- it was a damn pillow-- but Jack had reacted as if it as a wolfsbane laced brick, running up to her and embracing her in a tight grip as if to protect from her other hits.

After cuddling Lia to death, making sure all of her teeth were in tact, Jack turned to me with a glare before he snapped; "You're on the border patrol this morning, so get up." I gaped at him, he can't make me do the patrolling today, the alpha-- AKA my father-- wouldn't put me on border patrol on my birthday.

I voiced my disagreement, only to receive; "Screwing to be you." Ass.

Everyone filed out of room, before I had bothered to get up. Don't get me started on why there were multiple people filed up in my room at 4:20AM, because I don't know either.

This may be a little confusing so far, so I'll fill you in;

My name is Holly Ann Daniel, and I am a werewolf.

If you don't know what a werewolf is, catch the hell up. Most people know about the crazy world of werewolves, I can't blame them-- however they don't know we exist, so don't tell anyone.

I mean, we would want to know that our semi-peaceful world not only had extremists and maths, but also had werewolves as well as many other vicious and non-vicious supernatural creatures.

Yay, fun.

And yes, there are fairies, witches and warlocks, vampires, and no there are not any unicorns.

They're in a totally different dimension, duh.

I sighed, getting into the shower and letting the hot-- almost scorching-- water hit my body, my muscles instantly relaxing.

As much as it being my birthday made me happy, I still dreaded the day slightly. See, every werewolf has their other half, a mate. Officially, the search for your other half starts on your sixteenth birthday. Some Weres are lucky and find their mate the exact day, like my parents and Jack.

Me, on the other hand, has been in search for my other half for exactly three years, to the present day which is, in fact, my nineteenth birthday.

Yay, fun. So I'm not exactly thrilled to be spending another birthday alone.

After I changed in to baggy creamy coloured shorts and a plain white crop top, I ran downstairs. Usually everyone is downstairs when I wake up, but I very much doubt they would be awake at 4AM for more than 5 minutes.

We need our sleep here.

I'm almost certain that the people that did go in my room with Jack have already went back to their room and conked out.

You see, I don't live in a house just for my parents, Jack and I. I live in a pack house, where every pack member (who decides to actually live within the pack house) lives.

I also live in a only werewolf town, which are quite tricky to find. Humans are everywhere, it's quite gross if you ask me.

I sighed, finishing the apple I had snagged from the kitchen and then throwing it in the bin before jogging the distance to the border.

Every pack has a territory, where they live and socialize, and at the end of the territory, there is a border. If a werewolf from a different pack or a rogue walked over the border, the pack that own that certain territory instantly knows someone has passed the border by the unfamiliar scent that evades the area.

It's very common for stupid rogues to cross the border either not focusing on where they were going or just looking for trouble.

It is pretty uncommon for werewolves from other packs to cross the border without permission, as they would usually ask permission to visit the territory for business. It's protocol and just a respectful thing to do. If they enter without permission then it would be instantly considered as an attack.

When I got to the border, I already felt as if someone was there.

Patrolling the border always scared me, even though I knew that I could defend myself if anything did come out. They usually didn't though.

But I guess today wasn't usually.

The trees blew along with the wind, as the bushes pushed against each other, making a harsh rustling sound. The sound of the branches snapping soon came in to play, making me tense up.

I let at a low growl as the snapping branches got closer and closer. And just when it was about to close in to the border, it stopped. I was tensed even more, urging the pass the border. I shouldn't. I can't.

When you pass the border, you are touchable to any passing rogue, any incoming danger. You couldn't even mind-link your pack for help unlike it was to the Alpha being only the Alpha can receive or talk through the mind-link while over the border.

Rogues are fast, dangerously fast.

The branches were no longer snapping, but the rustling of the bushes had increased.

I began chanting 'it's nothing' in my head as my foot lifted, over the border. I rested one foot, then the other, over the border.

A rookie mistake.

I acted quickly, I sneaked to the bush, where the snapping of branches got louder. I ripped the bush apart, to see nothing. Nothing was there, there was no rogue ready to attack.

It was 4AM almost 5, and the sun has hardly risen, I was being completely paranoid. I let out a deep breath, then waltzed toward to border.

Now, I would have said 'waltzed over the border'.

But I didn't.