*Picture of Skylar*
"I never want to see your face again!" I screech at my pack leader.
"That is no way to talk to your Alfa, bitch" he fights back "leave forever!" he says slapping me across the face leaving a sting.
I shift into my ghostly white Wolfe and run as fast as my legs will take me. I don't know where I'm going or how I'm going to survive but I have to put all that behind me now. I'm now a lone wolf. I feel the sharp air in my thick coat as I fight for a place to rest and keep warm. I can feel my Wolfe fighting against me and loosing strength, I feel as if my legs are going to snap. Eventually I shift back and find a cave to rest in. Trying to make it comfy I build a bed out of leaves and a big fire and manage to find something to eat. If I never would have ran off the first time I would at least still have my family, gosh Skylar your such a idiot!
"CRACK!"
"Who's there?" I say cautiously.
Huh, guess it was just a deer. Longing to go home I take out a picture of my family that I had brought with me. I break down in silent tears not wanting to call any other Wolves. Why couldn't it have been me, I feel my Wolfe getting mad. Don't you dare kill any poachers tonight Cleo. I woke up at dawn the next morning put out the fire and checked myself to see if I had killed anyone, normally when I go to bed angry bad things happen. Then I began on my journey to see if anyone would take me in, seeing how my old pack leader Damian clearly hates me. Sniffing the air I smell one of my favorite things ever, a stream. I bolt in that direction and before I know it Cleo is playing in the water and lapping it up. Shifting back to my human I notice that I'm completely soaked and smell like fish. Angrily I growl "Get under control Cleo!"
"I'm s-sorry it was j-just so tempting and I w-was so thirsty."
"Don't let it happen again."
"It' won't I promise."
After awkwardly walking around with squishy clothes they finally decide to dry off a little so I can be more comfortable.
*************************************Three weeks later********************************
I'm starving and almost all skin and bones, and my Wolfe is fading fast. I need to find shelter or I'll die.
¨ROGUE!¨ some one yell at me, then all I see is a blur of color the blackness.
Sorry for the short chapter, It'll be longer next time!
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Alpha's Lone Mate
WerewolfIf I run, I might not see them again. Pushing any love for my home behind me, and any ounce of respect for my pack leader away all because my mother died and I'm done with the torturous nights of starvation and beating. I have to leave, get away.
