The alarm clock rings breaking the silence of the wood. The she-wolf grunts and stood up slowly from the underbrush. She emerged from her underground burrow. Once outside she took her human form and pulled clothes she left on a clothesline. She donned lacy and satin underwear. Her outfit she inspected before pulling a midriff cotton, a black leather vest, jeans with threadbare knees, thighs holes and frayed waistband. She slipped a brown leather belt with a rhinestone belt buckle. She slopped on her black and white striped socks. The teen wore ked shoes to cross the meadow. Her black leather vamps with heals she dropped in her black leather satchel with a big compartment for her books and makeup bag. She knew no one would touch her if she looked tough. She was proud of her scars. She fought an alpha male and won. She was ousted and made to attend the school for freaks.<br/><br/>That what they called themselves in the city.  Her pack was a group of car and bike mechanics. She was ousted for fighting her cousin the boss. Head Pain in the derriere. She was told plenty by her father. He was kicked out over a fight claimed was rigged. Mirana had to clear the Otule name. She worried about the shape she was in would only raise suspension like father like daughter.<br/><br/>She noticed two wolves scampering across the meadow at the same time cleared the tree line of the wood.<span style="font-style: italic">[i]Just keep your head high and keep quiet.</span>She slung her satchel over her shoulder and made her way towards the school.<span style="font-style: italic">They speak just grunt</span>[/i].