Lupo Nero

Chapter 4

If I were asked a couple of months ago about my life, I'd say it was perfect. I had loving parents, a caring best friend whom I was positive was my mate, and a supportive pack. I was respected and had more riches than I knew what to do with. I had it all. Now? Now I had nothing. My whole life was snatched right under my nose in a matter of minutes. I lost my entire pack, my family. I lost Embry not too long after as well. After making sure I lost the two werewolves who were chasing me, I went back and moved as close to the motel as I dared. The link never resurfaced. I stayed in a nearby forest for a couple of days, desperately trying to look for Embry until I caught sight of more wolves lurking around the area and faced the fact that I lost him. We could've been happily mated by now. Or we could have at least marked each other to show our claim and ward off other unmated wolves until we were ready to complete the mating process. Maybe in a few years. We could've made a strong breed of pups - werewolves of high position being mated to another that was also of a high ranking was extremely rare. I could imagine black pups and white pups running around the pack house. He would've been the perfect Alpha and I, his Luna.

I shook my head at the thought of what could've been. There's no point in picturing a future that could never be. I had no chance in living a happy, normal life now. I lost everything.

I've been on the run ever since. I had no direction. I just knew I have to keep moving before the masked men caught up with me. Some days I even question the point of living. There was nothing left for me here. But then I see flashes of my family, lying dead on a puddle of their own blood. If there was anything left to live for, it was revenge. I wouldn't rest until I gave justice to the death of my entire pack. Then I could die in peace and move on to the life after.

To say I wasn't doing well on my mission would be a huge understatement. Back in the security of my pack, I had been spoiled to death by everyone since I was the Alpha's only daughter. Everybody treated me like a princess and I could've had anything I wanted with a snap of a finger. My father forbid me from joining in on training or anything that counted as physical activity. I didn't mind and never thought much of it. Now being a spoiled brat was backfiring. I tried travelling in human form for the first few weeks to try and hide the identity of my wolf. With the very little money Embry gave me that night at the motel before the attack, I decided to walk instead of pay for transportation whenever I had to move. Werewolves had exceptional stamina anyways. The money was spent on food, shelter, and other necessities instead. After a while, I learned that it would be smart to not stay in one place for more than a week since that was the average amount of time before the masked men caught up to me. To say it tired me would be a lie. Fatigue caught up to me all too quickly due to the fact that I wasn't used to physical activity. I was exhausted to the point of passing out after a mere three weeks of moving. I was running out of money as well. I thought I was going to die of hunger and exhaustion. I welcomed the thought of death with open arms and pushed the nagging feeling of having to get revenge as far back in my head as I could. Death was much easier and would put an end to both the physical and emotional pain. Dying could've been the solution to all my problems. I was a selfish coward.

On the fourth week, I found myself in wolf form in the forest nearest to the inn I was renting. I felt surprisingly well rested. My best guess was that my wolf took over after my body finally gave in to fatigue. She must have hunted as well because I felt more full than I've had in weeks when I woke up. Unlike me, she had strength and drive. I was ashamed and felt undeserving of my wolf. She kept saying otherwise but it wasn't that hard to detect the doubt in her voice sometimes. See, the wolves we are born with can only do so much. You can have the darkest black fur there is but without training and practice, you are no match against a well trained fighter with brown fur. I felt like I was wasting the strength and abilities that my wolf was born into.