Setting Sun, Rising Moon

I hate Mondays. Katniss, the Alpha, tells me it's mean to hate Mondays, but even if she is the Alpha, I don't care, because getting up early after sleeping late for two whole days does suck. Well, at least I don't have to go to school when I'm a wolf. (Gag. I really hate school-- I think I'd go mad if I was surrounded by walls twenty-four seven.) And besides, since we're not full wolves and therefore not in an actual pack, I don't have to do everything Katniss says.
Although, I reflect as the summer sunlight pounds down upon my tawny fur, I probably should obey her most of the time, seeing as Katniss can have a nasty temper if any of us act up.
Wait. Backtrack. She always has a nasty temper, and I bet I know why. It's because of Damien, our Beta, or second-in-command. Huge, fierce, yellow-eyed, and jet-black, he's enough to make anyone run home with their tail between their legs-- and to top it off, he seems to think that he's in charge. That's only true if Katniss isn't around, though... which she usually is.
Today is no exception, as I soon realize; for the moment I arrive at our gathering area (safely tucked away in the hills nearly thirty miles away from our town of Springfield, Tenessee), I spot the lean, bright pink she-wolf lounging about in the sun. (She's only pink because she dyed her hair in human form.) She turns, meets my amber gaze, and twitches her ears in a wolfish greeting.
"Hey, Kat," I say as I approach the loosely clustered group of wolves, which, to any human ears would sound like a series of barks and snarls. She lets me call her that as long as she knows I respect her authority as Alpha. Which I do... most of the time.
"Hello, Nlana," she responds. "Sorry I wasn't at school today to help you and Celestine with that science project."
"It's all right."
I breathe deeply, taking in the smells of grass, green growing things, wolf scent markers, and fresh Southern air.
Alright...I think you've realized by now that we're all werewolves. And I mean the whole pack. But one thing is for certain: We are not monsters. Even Damien, who's the most unpredictable, is just that-- unpredictable, but he isn't violent or cruel. That's probably because he was bitten, and not born. It was actually Katniss who bit him five years ago, but that was during her full moon craze, so it wasn't exactly Kat's fault.
For those of us who are natural werewolves (I know that sounds strange), we were born on certain days-- me, February 29, which only happens every four years. You know, a leap year. Katniss, her birthday is April Fool's Day, which is a lot less funny than it sounds; our Scouting Wolves, nearly identical sisters Nora, Sadie, Aurora, Nia, and Kristen, were all born on Halloween (Please don't laugh at that); the Healer, Julius, came into the world at precisely midnight of January first, 1996. There's still some debate about whether or not that was '95 or '96, the last day of December or the first day of January.
Sorry to tell you so much right away, but... it's pretty rare to meet someone who didn't run screaming upon seeing a wolf.
Well, there you have it, ___, and... welcome to Twisting Hills Pack.