It's been hard being alone. Growing up in a pack, you can take for granted, always having someone around. It's been a few weeks and I'm already regretting my decision. The only positive is I haven't experienced any pain, from the mating bonds being severed. The thought of that alone, is enough to keep me motivated to keep running.
Apparently, I'm not cut out to live on the streets. I had to handle a few people who decided to get too handsy with me. Of course, being on the streets, I was bound to have some run-ins with some shady people. I had some who tried to rob me and possibly worse. Luckily for me my wolf was prepared. Not so lucky for them, she's been extra pissed not having any of her mates with her. Let's just say, the men who tried me, will be lucky to walk again, let alone rob anyone else. These past few weeks, I've had to cut off my humanity. I've had to rely solely on my wolf, to get me through this time by myself. I would've truly gone crazy without her.
Looking back, I'm glad I thought to bring the money I had saved up home. I was planning on opening up a banking account, with my parents help, while I was there. Having this money on me, has prevented me from having to eat out of the trash. Well not really, I know I'm being dramatic. My wolf would've made sure I stayed full. But there's not exactly a lot of hunting grounds here in New York. I couldn't well travel from Colorado to New York in wolf form, with luggage strapped to my back. I definitely didn't want to risk stumbling across the wrong pack or any pack for that matter. So having this money on me is a big deal.
I've felt more conformable traveling around since changing my appearance. I remembered quickly, after gaining some unwanted attention, there are still people out there trying to kidnapped girls who looked like me. I made sure on my next stop I found the nearest convenience store. I bought some scissors and a box of jet-black hair color and did my hair in the restroom. Of course, I had a little bit of a break down, seeing all my hair on the restroom floor. I got over it quickly. My short pixie cut kinda makes me more badass. I think it helped me fit in more here, in the streets of the Bronx. I'm currently waiting in line at one of my favorite food trucks. Fat Joe's has been keeping me alive, on this budget I set for myself. It helps it's close to the gym, where I have a membership at. I know that sounds weird, a runaway werewolf with a gym membership, but hear me out. I get 24hr access to showers, shelter and free water from the water fountain. Plus, if I get bored, I can watch TV.
"Order for Marie!" Joe yells out. Informing me, my order is ready.
"Coming!" I yell out. While settling here, I've started going by my middle name. I'm trying my best to stay on track with this new identity, I've created for myself. I just need to find a job, who will hire me without any proper identification. Something under the table, I don't want a paper trail to lead people here.
"Are you going to be sleeping at the gym again tonight?" A voice comes from over my shoulder. To say it freaked me out, would be an understatement, for multiple reasons. The main one, was because I wasn't careful enough. Someone caught me... asleep, no less. I tell myself not to freak out, just ignore her, act like I don't know what she's talking about. My wolf is in straight attack mode. She's acting like an old school mobster; she wants her to swim with the fishes.
"Excuse me miss, I asked you a question." She's not taking the hint. By now we've already caught the attention of other people in line. Now would be an awkward time to just run off. I turn around with my "fuck off" face, to see one of the most beautiful women, I've ever seen. Her crystal blue eyes take my breath away. They stand out against her bone straight, midnight black hair. From what I can make out of her tall figure, she's not disappointing anyone in the bedroom.
"Are you going to answer me, or just stare me down until I give up. If it's the latter, I hate to break it to you, I'm persistent." She states
I just realized; I have been over her checking her out. "Umm...I don't know what you're talking about." I finally answer
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Ari's Reverse Harlem Part 2
WerewolfThis is part 2 of Ari's Reverse Harlem. Ari has been getting stronger every day with the help of her mates and brothers. Her love ones are still trying to shelter her, as long as possible. She recently learned of a group, kidnapping girls, in hopes...
