Between Mountains

Chapter Two

Between Mountains - Chapter Two:

I had to get away from here….and fast.

I looked around for a possible escape route. I knew I was no match for this number of warrior wolves. Especially, when they were ganging up on me.

Behind the brown wolf was a cliff I could jump on. It would catch him off guard and give me a head start to sprint off at full speed.

Taking a long breath, I began to put my plans into action. With quick movement, my wolf-form sidestepped the bigger beast and I jumped onto the cliff. This caught him off guard, as I had hoped. Wasting no time, I started running immediately. My muscles flexing with each movement.

After a few miles, I stopped and looked around. Moving my ears to see if I could catch any sound, but it was just the wind singing its normal flute melody. That was all that graced my ears.

It seemed like they gave up. I was surprised that they gave up on me so easily. Probably, because they figured I wasn't worth their effort, or maybe I really did lose them on my own? I struggled to believe that, so it was most likely the former.

Still in my wolf-form, I walked for hours into the dark and unknown. My mind swirling with thoughts.

My first shift...at twenty.

Looks like I was just a late bloomer, shifting for the first time at the age of twenty. The normal age for werewolves to shift is eighteen. Leaving my pack meant my fate was sealed for the rogue title.

A lone wolf.

In some ways, I am that already. My   pack never accepted me, as I was left on the front door step as a baby.

Rumor has it that my mother is a werewolf, but my father a human. She was ashamed of me. I am the offspring that didn't belong to her mate. Not wanting to raise me, she did the next best thing. After she gave birth to me, she left me for another pack to take care off. But no one truly knows the exact truth of my existence, my background, and neither do I.

Many of my pack members believed I was human, because I didn't shift at the age of eighteen. I was so happy when I finally did shift. It meant that I could run away, and I did. I was done being the pack's maid. Cleaning up their scraps, an object to let their anger out on.

They are the Duskfall Pack. An average pack. Not weak, but not strong either.

As I drifted further away from my old pack, it started to get colder outside, colder than usual. The cold was like a wet blanket, wrapped around my wolf's body.

I let out a shiver, why was it so cold?

But still, without hesitating, I continued walking in the same direction. Into a fresh-unknown place, a new beginning, a rogue life...