DAMIEN

Chapter two

"Are you nuts, Anya! You almost got killed this time!" Nixon all but shouted at his red headed friend when she came tumbling through the brush, a heavy breathing mess.

Fits of laughter filled the air around them, a clear sign the chase of the neighboring pack had no affect on her.

"The forest is mine you lousy Beta! And no one will keep me out of it!" She yelled at the retreating beta in a taunting way that caused Nixon to roll his eyes.

Shaking his head he took off his jacket and placed it on her shoulders after taking a good look at her.

Her red hair was a wild mess and she
had mud all over her white shorts and navy blue tank. Cuts and scrapes danced across her arms and legs, but they were already healing.

He just wished the red head would be more careful. Especially since packs all around wanted to sink their claws in her for running through their territories.

"Relax, Nix. I've been doing this ever since I left the pack." She said, as always when she took the jacket appreciatively and put on.

Mentally she rolled her eyes at the gestured. She, like all werewolves, we're naturally warm blooded so it didn't matter that her attire was more towards the summer side. Still though she appreciated his concern.

Running a hand through her hair in attempt to tame the wild mess, she began walking back to their makeshift home in the unmarked territory of the forest.

Behind her the twenty-five year old man lectured her about her behavior.

She knew she was testing her limits with the Alphas. But she just couldn't shake off the thrill of being chased by the most fastest packs around the area.

The rush that it gave her was unimaginable. She loved proving that she knew their forest better than they did.

And being able to out run them on their own turf, well you probably could imagine how that felt.

Ever since she was 13 she knew the pack life wasn't for her. She wanted to run free without having to be bounded down by rules.

She wanted to explore the world that was out there, the one she was sure she would never be able to see if she was held down by a pack. She just didn't feel like she belonged to one.

Her untamable spirit wanted to be free and play by its own rules.

So on her 16th birthday she ask to leave. The only person who had truly understood her need to run free was her Alpha so he granted her permission.

He didn't brand her as a rogue because that's not what she truly was even though she would forever be one in the minds of other packs, but she was just fine with that.

That very night her closed off her link to the pack and released her from the mark that identified what pack she was from and set her free.

She wasted no time in taking off in to the forest that always beckoned at her. Her departure was easy since she was an outcast and didn't have any family to return to. She was always labeled the "weird" one ever since her parents suddenly vanished without a trace.

Anya wasn't a fool however. She knew the dangers and problems that came with being a rogue. She was more opened to predators and packs would forever be hostile towards her.

Despite all that, here she was now. The most infamous rogue known across the globe at the age of 23. She knew she had a target on her back now that she was known for causing trouble.

Alphas all around wanted her either killed or thrown in a cell and locked away for good to restore peace to the packs. But she was determined to race through forbidden grounds.

Twigs snapped violently in front of her as Nixon blocked her path and grabbed her by the shoulders, bringing her to a halt.

"Are you even listening to me, Anya?!" He practically yelled at her.

She held his grey eyes in a stare down as she remembered how this man became her companion.

He was the only son to her previous beta, the only other person who also shared her passion for the forest. When he heard she was leaving he packed up and chased after her despite her pleading with him to stay.

Now he was the person who constantly nagged her about her safety. He was the one that would always try and stop her from going on her daily runs.

"Anya!" He snapped at her, bringing her back to reality when a thought occurred to her.

"What's today?" Nixon looked at her with scrunched up brows before replying that it was the 25th of November.

He groaned as soon as he saw that all to familiar spark ignited in her brown eyes. One that said she was up to no good and he knew exactly why.

The Alpha submit ended tomorrow.

"You are not going to spy on them again, Anya." He scolded her once again.

Smirking her signature smirk she shrugged off his hands and walked past him as she entered their home. "Oh c'mon Nix. You can't say you aren't curious about them either. I mean they always seem so secretive. Especially since they wait till everyone else leaves before heading home."

Nixon jaw dropped, the glasses he wore sliding down his nose, as he watched her kick off her muddy shoes and tossed his jacket over the couch on her way to her room. He couldn't believe what he just heard.

Sure he was always curious about the Crimson Moon pack, but he didn't think she had been spying on them all this time.

He stood dumbsticken in the living room before chasing after her.

"Just how long have you've been spying on them?!" He said as he rounded the door frame to her room as she was rummaging through her drawers for a change of clothes.

Pausing she gave a thoughtful looking before continuing her search. "Not long honestly. It's like they always pick up on my scent just before they get to their border so I always have to high tail it out of there. Besides most of the time that I do go and look for them is during the end of the Alpha submits"

"But it takes a whole day just to get there. How on earth did you go and come back before I knew?"

Closing the drawer and standing up, she winked at him as she strutted her way to the bathroom and shut the door. Seconds later the water turned on.

Nixon ran his hand through his hair as he sat in the edge of her bed. He knew what she was planning and there was no way to stop her.

From the corner of his eyes he saw the old book she took with her when she left the pack. The one that told the tale all werewolves knew as a pup.

The one of Damien, the son of the moon goddess.

He knew his fiery friend was always interested in the tale ever since she was little. He on the other had thought it was gibberish.

Picking up the book he began reading as the woman in the bathroom rested her head on the shower wall.

She was leaving before dawn.

A/N As always, next update on Friday!

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