Walking through the thick brush, all I can think about is the gnawing ache in my tummy. Sure I'm an outcast non-shifting she-wolf all by herself in rogue country, but darn it! I want food in my belly! Whilst thinking of a nice juicy rare T-bone steak, I trip and slid into a shallow creek. Darn it! Darn it! Darn it! I'm wet, cold, and very hungry. What else can go flipping wrong? Just as I wondered that last gripe, the sky darkened freaking fast, opened up, and decided to pee on me.....FML.
Why me?!? My pack believes in the Goddess of the Crecent Moon but I find myself not only wanting nothing to do with her, but rejecting her as well. How can someone who is supposed to not only look after us but also pair us off with our "soulmate" allow rejections to happen? How can someone who is referred to as our "Goddess" allow families to turn on each other? We are not petty humans that live on this planet we call Earth, we are wolves with the drive and instincts of our wild brethren. Being in a pack means being in a family and loving and protecting each other not getting rejected because you simply haven't shifted. Though I have not shifted, it's apparent I am a wolf, I have the speed and agility of any shifted wolf and of course I recognized my mate from deep within me just as I turned 18. So fine! If the one known as the Moon Goddess of the wolves refuses to do her job as caretaker of the wolf shifters, I refuse to believe in her and reject her as my Goddess!
The first order of business is making shelter. Hmm, I guess a lean-to should do the trick. After making the shelter big enough for me to roll about in because I'm BOSS like that, I set about making a fire. It's a huge thanks to my dad teaching me how to survive with nothing but your mind and hands in the wilderness that I go about in complete confidence here in this dark, wet, and quite frankly spooky forest. Darn it, I really wish I can shift. I set a few snares and cozy up to my banked fire as I drifted off to sleep under the forest canopy.
The next morning I check my snares and Score! I have a fat rabbit! That's right ijits, my boss tush has breakfast! Woohoo! Leaving the rabbit to roast, I go to the stream and get a drink of water. Since I'm here, I may as well wash up. I hate being stinky. I hate being dirty. And I really really hate being alone. I hate thinking to myself. Wait, why am I even thinking to myself??? I'm going bonkers. Yup I, Caitlin Tala Walters, am officially loony, coocoo, nutso, and whatever the heck crazy term there is. Just as I realize I'm crazy, darkness engulfs me! Go to the light Cate! Go to the light! I thought before I could think no longer.
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WerewolfTired of life, Caitlin wants nothing more than to Just die. After getting rejected by the ones who are supposed to love her, she rejects them and even the Goddess her pack believes in! Follow her on her journey to self discovery and very bloody veng...
