Personal Narrative: The Fifth Wave

Peeking under my sun glasses, I caught sight of our alpha and his girlfriend kissing next to the pool.
Naive children, that's what they are. Believing that once they find 'the one' they would give them up for each other. That they could be the ones that last. To fight the mate bond.
How idiotic of them.
Laughing in a rather sadistic manner, I went back to my novel. The Fifth Wave, which seemed intriguing. Until it got up to the love rubbish. Blah!
Even though my mother and father had loved each other dearly (so much so they died for one another), the thought of love seemed to make me contemplate death as a better option.
My poor mate, having to deal with a loveless beast as myself.
Ha! As if the moon goddess would ever curse me with a
Luckily, everyone is too busy gazing up at our alpha. So much, in fact, they don't even notice me slamming the door.
Sometimes I forget I'm part wolf, which means that I'm slightly more powerful than your average human.
Although I was the weakest out of all my pack members, I prided myself in being stronger than male humans.
I'm sure you are wondering why we are all gathering in the hall just to watch someone turn into a wolf.
You see, from as long as time itself, werewolves have been roaming the earth. They made a vow to stay as a pack and follow the strongest wolves commands. The strongest being the alpha.
To show pride in our alpha, we watch him shift for the first time. Sure, it is often grotesque to watch someone's bones cracking slowly as they become a wolf, but what are we going to do about it?
It is tradition.
Carter was your usual alpha. He had anger issues, he was handsome and he had an ego the size of the Milky Way.
Finding a seat at the back, I took out my phone and began scrolling through Facebook.
What is the point of watching all the boring stuff?
I wanna see some bone