kill For Her -wenclair-

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Enid felt sick to her already uneasy stomach that wanted nothing more then to twist itself into a pirate knot at the thought of leaving her pack behind

how could they leave their teammates their pack their family to join another one for what fame fortune status

she would do anything to be part of her own little clan but she wouldn't go so far as to abandon her own friends for something like that even if she wasn't part of a clan yet she had her friends

her little group of mismatched friends had offered her a spot with them countless times and she loved her little group of misfits

She could only respectfully and kindly decline their offer there was a already a werewolf with them

It wasn't that she and the other werewolf didn't get along no her second oldest brother Jackson was always kind to her sharing the kills and exp equally between them with a huge proud smile

She felt bad everytime he did that it made her feel like nothing more then a burden because he did most of the killing between the two of them but he was willing to share it

He was the best oldest brother she could ever ask for

The truth was Jackson felt horrible that the pack had cast enid aside without even having the balls to tell the young she wolf that she wasn't part of the pack anymore

It broke his heart every time he would go back home during a semester break having to leave her behind at the academy

The only good thing was that weems had taken Enid under her wing he didnt know how he would ever repay their principal for being a better mother then their own mother

He got into regular fights with his family pack about enid but he was still a child in their eyes so they only ignored him when he started talking about his sister

For the last few days after hearing about the new student enid couldn't sleep and if she did get a sleep it was only a few minutes worth of sleep

Not like it was anything new for the blond wolf she normally had nightmares even before the announcement on a average day she would get at least one maybe two hours of sleep if she was lucky

her dreams where normally filled with pitch black skys with no stars or even the moon in sight

Lava flowing down from the moantian tops running like rivers of red but there was no heat no it was ice cold

The soil bare and naked leaving only dead trees to show off its once fertile ground the skulls of animals hidden under the desert like sand

Once clean Rivers that would sparkle under a full moon now running red with freah blood

a huge raven large enough to carry her off into the sky with its large powerful wings

Eyes as red as fresh blood piercing threw her skin and flesh to stare right her naked unprotected soul

Talons sharp enough to slice threw dead trees and rocks that stood in its way

It was always after her

chasing her threw the bare waste land not once did it stop

it's claws slashing at her body leaving behind deep cuts

Not even in her dream could she find peace or a place to belong She just wanted to belong to someone to be called their werewolf

she had a hard time fitting in with the other werewolves the problem was she was to bright to friendly to kind werewolves had to be strong aggressive wild

Everything she wasn't