Complete Me

Chapter 1

Looking out of the window, I shivered as the cold air seeped into the cracks. Clutching my flimsy jacket tighter, I turned around and headed back to my sofa. I dozed off, dreaming in my own world, a place I would like to escape.

Tears welled in my eyes as I thought about that horrid day.
I tossed and turned in my bed, not being able to make the scratching noises go away. Laying on my back, I sighed as I smelt something foreign in the air. Even though I was only thirteen and hadn't developed my wolf, I still had a very good sense of smell.

Sniffing the air again, I stood up out of the bed, the foreign smell now becoming clear that it was smoke. Running to the door, I threw it open and gasped in horror as smoke and cries of help filled my senses.

"Ma, Dad!" I yelled, getting no response back, but the cries of agony.
I knew then and there that I had to run far away from here, so that's what I did. I ran far away from my old pack, almost three towns over, only stopping when I was in dire need.

I jumped, hearing my alarm go off. Standing and stretching, I made my way into my small room.
It was time for my job. I was a waitress at a local restaurant that was quite sufficient. Going in my closet, I picked out my black, mandatory pants, and my green and black Polo short.
Finding my black Converse, I quickly slid them on. Going to my mirror, I put my thick, curly hair into a bun, and swiped on some lip gloss. I didn't wear much makeup because I couldn't really afford it and I thought I was pretty enough.

I have a dark brown complexion, like a dark caramel. My eyes were an almost golden brown, framed around thick eyelashes. I had a nice body, due to my walking constantly to work and home. People usually thought I was fat, but I'm thick, but I don't flaunt it. I was technically a rogue, so I couldn't be a show off. I had to be subtle.

Looking at my small flip phone, I cursed as I noticed the time. I should have been gone three minutes ago; I liked being on time. Grabbing my backpack with my keys and wallet in side, I threw on a jacket and made my way to work.

"Shyanne, five minutes late my dear. What was the big hold up?" My boss, Donald asked. He was a tall Italian man, and very nice looking, but he had kids only a few years younger than me, and was happily married.

"Sorry Donny, I lost track of time." I said, throwing down my bag, and quickly putting on my waist apron. Grabbing my notepad and pen, I started on my way out.

"Don't let it happen again, okay?" Donald said as I left. I gave him a promising nod and a small smile, and left out.

Going to work my tables, I let myself relax, doing the thing I knew best- being a people person.
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I had only an hour left before my shift was over. I had made a lot in tips; most of the people that came here were big spenders. As I was waiting my last table, I smelt a smell that was all too familiar with me...
Werewolves.
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