Got Your Tail (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Six

**two years later**

I groaned, lifting my head from the soft mesh of grass beneath me. It had started raining during the night and I'd had to rush from one end of the forest to the other just for some decent shade.

Still, werewolves can go weeks without sleep, I mean it'll fuck with the mind but we can do it.

And I'd enough experience to stay awake for a flipping month. Because that was where I lived now, my home, it was the forest.

I lifted myself off of the ground and onto my paws, I'd taken to sleeping in wolf form these days, it keeps me more sensitive and receptive in any case of danger.

My fur was matted, dirt clung to my sides and there was an unbearable itch somewhere on the front of my stomach.

I made my way towards the scent of fresh water, my paws aching from all the running I'd done last night

I swear chasing prey makes you loose more weight than you gain, I need to gain weight. I still look sixteen because I wasn't getting enough nutrition when my growth spurt finally kicked in.

I found myself at the usual clearing, a large lake that looked deeper than it was. I still found myself keeping clear of the deeper end. I don't know what it is about water but it freaks me out when I'm in wolf form.

So I transformed, after looking left and right, I didn't need anyone finding me naked in the middle of a murky lake, the people at my new school already thought I was weird.

I brushed the mud off of my body.

It felt weird to be in human form, almost, stretched.

Even though after the incident I'd found another school to intrude on I still spent every other second in wolf form, it felt more natural that way, more true to myself.

I watched my reflection in the water, I breathed a heavy sigh.

I was thin. Too thin. At this rate I would not be able to hold off rogues as well as I could last summer.

Unfortunately winter was coming and being the stupid fuck I am I forgot to prepare, that means gathering food before hand.

Most animals have run off to their own little holes during winter and the most I ever catch out in the rain is a dear, maybe a stray dog, but have you ever tried dog meat? Don't.

Once I was done I returned to wolf form and sprinted my way back across the forest to the abandoned garage, that's where I kept the van.

Yeah, I didn't give it back, should have but... Well fuck it my life had just been shredded to fucking pieces I think I should get to keep a flipping van.

Anyway I slid the back open and pulled out my school clothes that where drying on a branch railing I'd nailed inside. I'd cleaned it last night.

I sighed looking at the van.

So many bad memories.

It was weird how only after it was all over did I really begin to understand that what was happening to me was wrong.

That my mother and father should not have beaten me.

That the people at school did not have a reason to abuse me.

That Castus had no fucking right to reject his mate. The lunus of the pack.

Because back then I always knew it wasn't nice, that it hurt me. But back then I'd always believed it was just the way of life, you deal with what you have.