He's on the prowl

Chapter one

Hey guys, i'm not a pro with werewolves or anything but I'm a fan of werewolf stories, so here I am, writing a story about them, written feedback and criticism is hugely appreciated.

A few things first, the start may confuse a few people, but don't worry it shall all come clear.

Laken is actually british, that's why he says 'mum' or 'colours (etc) instead of in American English whereas the others are American, where this story is set.The first chapter will be about life with the moonlight pack, after that it's with the rogues for only two chapters, just a spoiler and insight to the length I plan this story; it'll be around 25-30 chapters:)

A few names that are crucial to know; Laken(the main character)  Lily (Laken's foster mum) 

Amanda(Laken's foster sister)

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She stares at me with her green orbs, I'm not sure weather I should duck or pounce. My instinct is to duck. I hate myself for being such a weak wolf, I've tried to train myself ferociously day in, day out! It just gets to me sometimes, training's supposed to improve technique, however, with me it makes not even the slightest sign of improvement. "What are you, wimp?" Amanda snarls before lunging at me, taking it a step further than it needs to go, as usual. Tormenting me, making me pay for stealing her brother away. I cower back, seeing her extended claws ready to tear into my flesh, dent me for probably the thousandth time this week, and it's only Tuesday.

"DOWN!" Lily, my foster mother yells with a worried urgency , Amanda's oblivious to her yell, snarling at me she tears into my torso, making me howl in pain, my wounds take what seems like hours to heel compared to a normal werewolf.  

"Amanda, inside, NOW!" Lily cries, with a firm tone. Amanda bows her head; directs a harsh snicker towards me, before plodding inside to resume her human form. Lily stands,observing my shameful face, as I try to hide away into nothingness. She's given me everything yet I can't even throw a decent fight.

"Laken, If you joined the pack, you wouldn't have to endure any of this," she says softly, though her tone is desperate, the tone she always takes to as she asks this question. I can't join the pack, and she knows it. My link with the horizon pack isn't broken, and unless the deal is decided by the alpha  my joining a new pack could cost me my life. However, my mum was definitely rejected; she suffered immense pain, both emotionally and physically for months, until her body couldn't cope any more. What surprises me is how she never used to be bitter towards my so-called father, the hideous excuse of an alpha for my pack. He had found some flimsy stick thin airhead to replace my mother, for no good reason, other than her inability to produce any other kids after me. I stop myself thinking about him. He's not my father, he's just a cold hearted bastard.

"Lily, you and I both know I can't, if I ever break the connection with my pack I could face possible death, even though I'd rather accept death than be part of the horizon pack ," My eyes are visibly dull as I say the pack name,ha, a pack? More of a bunch of self adoring freaks.

"Fine, but you know you're going to have to find the horizon pack soon enough. You know what happened last time you tried to avoid the pack, I'm not blaming you, however, you need to really collect and order your priorities in life, because from where I'm standing you're wasting it hiding from those who have the power to hurt you." A gentle and firm tone is directed towards me. I hear her soft foot steps head toward the house, a sanctuary for me, where as I get home from school I can find peace and rest for the night, and not be aware and alert every second. As I walk towards it I think of how Dylan would be walking with me if I hadn't been so stupid, so inconsiderate, so... Selfish. If I hadn't tried to dodge the bullet. If I'd stood and accepted death like a man the bullet wouldn't have hit Dylan who was a mere spectator behind me. If I hadn't been such an idiotic, scared; selfish twelve year old boy.

Once I'm sinside Amanda heads straight towards me, "Bratface, what the hell do you want for dinner?" There are a few moments where I stare utterly flabbergasted at her question. t's not a trick is it? Has the hostility finally simmered out, is she finally going to apologise? I see her waiting impatiently and recover myself, "What? Are you serious?" I ask my eyes clearly lighting up. 

"Haha! No! God I have to take a picture of this!" And just on cue, Daniel, this pack's beta snaps a photo of my face, my confused, hurt, self pitiful face. They both errupt into laughter right before my eyes, a perfect pair couldn't be more bitter if they tried. I guess I do deserver it. I put them through unimaginable pain, nothing can change that, nothing can put right my error. My selfishness. Amanda throws a bag at me before skipping off with him; their arms linked just as paired mates would.  The mood from the kitchen radiates throughout the house, avoiding me and inviting the rest for dinner, those that don't entirely despise me walk past awkwardly as usual; the rest send me disgusted looks.

Cleaning the kitchen proves difficult after they've all eaten, plates are disgusting and the floor's covered in sticky orange juice. I wouldn't put it past Amanda if she'd deliberately spilt it.

My wolf inside me growls,  I don't deserve this, that accidents happen.

They don't just happen though, there's a cause and I was it.

No, you know full well that we're treated differently because of an accident, a tragic and horrible accident, but still, just that: an accident, My wolf, retorts.

Shhh, I reply not wanting him to release his anger, the best he could do is earn me a week's lock up, and god I do not want to be locked in any room again, nevermind an attick.

"Oi! Baken! I want some champagne! Fetch some rogue!" Shouts Jamie,the trainer of the oak, replacing the melancholy atmosphere with a cold one.  I open the top drawer and reach for the fine glass, something that I'm only allowed to go near when I'm serving or washing the dishes. Eventhough Lily may be the Luna, she can't take my side, after all, her pack comes before anything else.

"It's Laken," I mumble before slowly making my way to the wine fridge, I'm utterly exhausted, more so than usual. My limbs hurt and my flat, untoned stomach begs for more than just a bag of cold, barely cooked meat. "Just enough to keep a weak wolf alive. Just enough." As Amanda always says. My head pounds, due to the fact that I was up all night with the laundry. I finally realise that I hate it here, the only thing that would persuade me to stay is Lily, and even I can see that she'd rather not have to put up with my hassle, especially since I've given her a definite rejection of ever joining the pack.

Making a split second decision I drop the champagne bottles and rush out of the door, I may not be strong or able to fight any of the other wolfs, but I'm definitely the quickest runner. I run fast enough that my vision becomes dangerously blurred, not that it bothers me, my mind is too filled with thoughts, images, memories...

He screams at her, his voice echoing through the silent house, although I know, everyone's whispering; listening, anticipating his next move. Anticipating another beating. Smirking to themselves, thinking it's only a matter of time before he gets started on the boy, he'll emerge each day with bruises stained, plastering his face. I shudder at the thought before my sorry excuse of a dad barges in, snatching me from the scruff of my neck, I scream internally, knowing that giving away the slightest sign of fear would earn me a fresh bruise, just as my mum recieves day after day, night after night. After a few tense seconds, he drops me to the floor, serving me a final kick before storming out, probably to one of the young whores that wait on the alpha's beck and call. All I can hear now, all that anyone can hear, is my mothers tears engulfing the house. The worst thing is that she won't be crying due to the physical pain, it'll be the fact that her own mate, the man made to protect her is the only one harming her. Mentally and physically.

The memories keep flooding past, but I decide to switch my concentration towhere I'm running, realising that I din't have time before they noticed I was gone.

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