Sinister

-/:Ruined Lives:/-

Heads up,
THIS BOOK IS NOT GOING TO BE CLICHE!!!
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The gun held by my shaky hands was loaded and ready to shoot the rouge in front of me. Being on guard duty sucked. Every time, I couldn't bring myself up to killing an innocent in front of me.

Instead, I put the gun back in its holster and starred upon the beaten rouge. Werewolves, as most presume, don't shift all the way like us Lycans.

Hair covered his body and out grew ears. It was full moon, and the stars shown above. The werewolf growled at me, showing its canines that were stained yellow.

"Leave and never come back," I said sternly, sparring his life. One in which I don't have the guts to take.

The wolf responded with the powerful tone and left. But just when turning around to go back to the base, a gun shot echoed through the distance. Followed by a howl of pain.

I flinched and saw Genesis, our head worrier come up to me with a glare.

"Are you fucking nuts?! You let him go?" Genesis yelled from afar.

"Uh..." I drew put. Genesis rolled her green eyes and snickered.

"You're just like your mom you know that?" The forty-six year old woman with leather as a second skin said.

"Better like her than dad!" I say cheerfully. My dad was guy who everyone in the pack frowned upon. The dude whom raped a fifteen year old, unmated girl. I hated him with a passion, but luckily he is rouge now.

"True," genesis added. "I'm going back to my post. Now don't you dare let another rouge pass ok?"

"Ok," I confirmed. Genesis went back and climbed a tree ahead and waited, just like me.

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The night went slow, and quite frankly, still is. But interrupting the thoughts I was having about wondering my deceased pet goldfish, Finn, was doing, the war horns went off.

It was a monotone, loud noise that shatters ears. Just enough to give out fear within. It was so alarming, my body slipped off the thick tree branch I was hiding in, and my butt hit the leafy forest floor.

The ground vibrated, possibly from the pack trying to get up in our grill. I mentally snorted, I like that saying. Getting up in our grill. It sounds kinda funny.

A howl, from my alpha, was heard throughout the lands of our territory. Holy shiest! This was flipping war! I stumble around for my gun and start sprinting to the pack house.

Our fellow Lycans were already prepared. Taking position, other Lycan in full wolf form start pooling out of the trees.

Barks and growls filled the dark area as everyone around me shifted like them. I nervously take my clothes off and shift as well.

Our alpha stands behind us just as blood was beginning to join the picture. I screamed, mentally of course. My four year old personality caused to hold myself back from the Lycan striking at me.

It reaches for my spine, because the only way to kill a Lycan is by severing the spine from the body. I know disgusting.

Blood filled my senses and only then it was blocked by one smell. It was so addicting I think I was in love. It also encouraged me. I rip the spine out of the one trying to kill me and wag my bushy tail in accomplishment.

Until then, a big wolf, huge, bigger than our alpha, with the darkest fur, came trotting out of the pines with pride and yet sense of determination.

All attention went to that wolf as he barks so loud, my ears died and started wringing. But that bark just made me excited and the smell of sandalwood and masculinity just grew so much stronger.

There was only one thing I could ever think...

Mate.