Zara - My life as a werewolf.

I stood outside the gray, molding apartment building and sighed, guess this will just have to do. I hoisted my backpack onto my shoulders and got ready to climb the four flights of stairs. I guess the only good thing about being a rouge is that I am used to packing light, I thought to myself.  The steps creaked and threatened to break under my weight, but I managed to make it to my apartment. I glanced up at the dingy sign on the door that read room 410. I struggled with the key a bit, but managed to get in. I dropped my things at the door and explored the small room. I guess it had all the essentials … a bathroom, bed, stove, fridge and a couch, but that was it. The apartment gave off a depressing feeling with the yellow stained walls and dusty floors.

“Alright, that’s it. Time to get settled”, I said to myself as my voice echoed through the empty apartment. I rummaged through my belongings and took out my toiletries to place in the bathroom, and threw some of my clothes in the closet. I looked through my backpack to find my wallet, so I could go out into the neighborhood to do some exploring, but came across a photo frame. I looked at the frame, it held a picture of my family when I was 3. I was smiling like crazy as dad had taken us all to Disneyland. I had both my hand filled with cotton candy, while my mom and dad stood behind me. My older brother was standing next to me in the picture, and it looked like he was trying to subtly take some of my cotton candy away. I smiled at that picture, boy can some things really change, I thought to myself. I set the picture on my nightstand, and picked up my brown wallet.

I ran into the bathroom to check if I was presentable enough. The mirror reflected a girl at 5 foot 6 with long brown hair that hung down to the small of my back. I examined my face, I was pretty enough, the only noticeable feature being my stark pale gray eyes. I ran my finger through my hair, and tucked a piece of hair behind my right ear, revealing two silver studs on the top of my ear. My eyes travelled down to my body, I used to have a little “food baby”,  but ever since I had become a rouge a year ago, my waist had slimmed down considerably. I guess living on your own, and having to defend yourself, forced me to keep in shape. Finally, I addressed my outfit. It was hot outside – even if we were near the rocky mountains, and I was wearing a slouchy gray shirt that exposed one of my shoulders and blue denim shorts with a pair of gladiator sandals. I picked up my keys, and ran out the apartment.

The town I decided to reside in this time was called Faircliff. I noticed there was a larger werewolf population in this town, then the other few towns I had passed, but dismissed it, since the rocky mountains were filled with a lot of werewolves. Not to mention, usually an Alpha would be in control of a large area, but his “headquarters” would only be located in one area. As long as you remained you distance, and acted like a good little rogue, the packs would leave you alone.

I continued down the sidewalk into a street filled with people. There were a couple of clothing stores, and more importantly, there was a grocery store nearby. Satisfied that the grocery store was only a 10 minute walk away, I decided to check out one the cafés. I am a big time caffeine addict, and I knew that if this café was any good, they would be seeing me often ... but not too often I guess ...I never really settled down in one place for more than a couple of weeks.

I walked into the café only to be overwhelmed by the soothing smell of caffeine. With my werewolf senses the smell was overpowered even further. I glanced over at the menu, but wanting something sweet, I ordered a white chocolate mocha with a croissant. As a turned, with my drink in hand, to find a seat, I bumped into a body. The drink threatened to spill over as I lost my balance, but I sighed in relief when my back brushed up against the counter, steadying myself and the drink. I looked up to come face to face with a red-headed girl with pale blue eyes. She looked about 5 foot 4 and was just as startled as me.

            “Sorry! Omg, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you turn around so suddenly! Are you alright, you didn’t spill anything, right?” she exclaimed.

            “Um no, its fine. All good.”

            “Oh really? Well that’s a relief, oh I haven’t seen you around here before… my name is Vivian, but you can call me Viv too if you’d like. What’s yours?”

            I hesitated, I never really liked dropping my name – it left too many clues behind, but this girl looked so innocent and excited. It had been a while since I had a friend and got to act all girly…. Oh what the heck, I thought to myself. “Yeah I am new here, but just passing through, I’m Zara.”

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Author's Note:

Hey guys, this is my first time writing anything! I am not reallt expecting a lot of hype right now, especially since I have BARELY written anything, but I do promise some AMAZING TWISTS AND TURNS! I already have the entire story planned out, i have a feeling you will like it! Go easy on my first ever piece :)