I ran quickly.I was beginning to think I should not have ran from my problems. But I cannot think about as to why he did it.
As my paws thudded onto the cold, hard, ground, I began to feel dizzy, and rather sick. Like when I did when I saw them. As I began to realize he stopped following me, I began to shift.
Once I became my bare human form, I could smell something different. A new scent. A different pack.
That is all I could remember before I passed out, only to see what I had witnessed just hours ago playing back like a broken record. While my heart shattered like one.
~Flashback~
I was just coming back from run. My wolf, Letizia, had been yearning to be able to stretch her caramel colored legs, which I rather adored. I picked up my clothes that I had left out with my mouth, and ran to the privacy of a bush.
But even though I am usually happy, I felt something was wrong. I got a cold, sinking feeling in the depths of my stomach, and I knew something was wrong. It felt like was dead inside- like how someone manages to get a hermit crab completely out of its shell, without hurting the crab or damaging its shell.
I slowly walked in to the house, keeping silent as if there was an intruder.
But what I saw was far worse.
My parents, dangling from the ceiling by silver chains. If the air supply being cut off did not kill them, than surely the silver would.
I had to blink back tears, realizing that I, too, could be in danger. I was about to run, away from the nightmare and away from the sight that was making my wolf howl and whimper while my eyes tear up and create waterfalls.
That is until I heard a loud screeching noise.
But not another werewolf screech, it was something different. Someone was dragging a silver knife against the wall, but it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It sounds loud and high-pitched, but eerie and crooked.
I slowly turned to where the sound seem to come from. I was shaking with fear now, my feet frozen to the ground. I wanted to leave, but I was incapable.
'You should get a look at the killer. So when you do escape, you'll know enough to take action before you get yourself killed.' Letizia reasoned, though I knew she was getting prepared to come out if it came to that.
I held my breath as a familiar voice could be heard and a familiar face came into view.
"Ethel~ Come out, you have nothing to fear. It's only me. Mom and Dad are dead child. You need someone to care for you, you're still little to me... So come on. Ethel"
The person paused, as a sick and twisted smirk threaded across his face. He continued, the smirk strung from ear to ear.
"Come to your big brother."
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I awoke, but I couldn't seem to figure out where I am. I had a long shirt on, one that came down mid-thigh. I ran my hand through my curly, caramel locks that came down to my waist. Only to be embarrassingly stopped by the knots that ran though it.
I seemed to be in a cell of some sort, trapped by what seemed to be copper. I placed my hands on the bars to see if they could be broken, only to jump back in surprise and pain as tears pricked my eyes.
'Those smart sneaky bastards!' Letizia growled, as she began to push to escape from her human prison. Which is me, of course.
I sighed, and sat on the ground. Of course, about minute later, someone came up to the door. He was rather handsome, with him having spiky, black hair obviously up with hair gel, tannish skin that was slightly tanner than mine, and he was built. I couldn't seem to find him attractive.
"Come on. We're taking you to Alpha Caiazzo." He said, his voice monotone. Letizia growled lowly, unable to trust him. But I followed him anyways, I need help.
We walked long corridors and passed rooms before we stopped at a big oak door. He knocked, and we waited a few seconds before we got the "Come in".
The room was black and white, as well as very modern. But that was not what I was paying attention too. I shifted slightly, uncomfortable as I realized something. Letizia was going wild, and kept calling out. I knew I had found my mate, but I could not figure out who.
The only reason I couldn't, is because is smelled of vanilla, and lavender. Not the woodsy outdoor smell that I have been told you should smell when you found him.
I looked at the person who escorted me, but it wasn't him. I looked at the Alpha, and Letizia growled protectivly, as if he were to close. I then looked at Luna, and our eyes locked.
She was my mate...
But she is a Luna...
But she is a girl....
Oh my goddess.
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Mated to a.... Luna?
WerewolfHello, I'm Ethel Krystalynn. I'm currently seventeen, and a rouge. You see, I wasn't born to a pack. It seems weird, if you ask me. Anyhow, I found my mate when I accidentally crossed into the territory of a pack. Now, I really wasn't expecting to f...