Today started like any other day. I woke up to the sound of my favourite song at 8:30 am, put on my yoga pants, go for a twenty minute run, have a shower, get dressed. Go have breakfast with Holly at 9:30, pack away some of what was still in boxes, have Holly teach me some history crap for two hours. Have dinner at 12:30, relax and watch TV for an hour. Clean the house top to bottom until four, prepare supper for myself because Holly had night shifts at her new job. Eat supper at 5:30. Read a book until 8. Go for a run, this time as a wolf.
If it were a normal day, I'd get back at 9:30, have a hot bath, then watch TV or read until I fell asleep. But today did not go as planned.
Today was messed up when I was on my second run.
I put down the book I was reading, The City of Bones, at 7:56. I walked out of the house and into the backyard, preparing to shift. After I got past the tree line of the forest, I undressed and shifted.
I had the feeling that I was being watched as soon as I started running. The leaves on the trees were waving in the wind, except for the big pines that didn't have leaves. The ground was littered with dead leaves, pine cones, twigs, and pine needles. I heard the occasional breaking of a twig and the crunching of dead Spring leaves, but I knew that I was not the only animal in these woods. Perhaps it was the family of foxes hunting. Maybe it was the stray cats that roam the streets. I did not, however, expect it to be another werewolf.
Here I am, minding my own business, out for a walk, when the think making the ruckus steps out from its hiding spot, about fifteen feet away from me. It was a big grey wolf. I look at it, it looks at me. It studies me for a moment, then starts running at me. What the hell did I do? Was it another rogue, looking for a fight? I still wasn't trained to battle. I knew how to flee.
I run farther into the forest, weaving between trees, trying to lose the wolf. There are no packs around here, so its not like I've overstepped any boundaries. I can still hear it running after me, coming up quick. Crap, he's fast.
Just as I think I've lost him, he tackles me from behind. With the wind knocked out of me, I can't really do much. I just lay still, hoping that he won't eat me. He growls in my ear and I shudder. My heartbeat is out of control, as is my breathing. He's crushing me, making it hard to breathe, anyway. Is this how he plans to kill me? Not by tearing me apart, but crushing me until I can't breathe another shallow breath? That's a horrible way to go.
Just when I'm about to finalize the thought, he gets off me. I stay low and close to the ground, not moving an inch. He walks around to sit in front of me. He stares at me. Those eyes...I'd remember those eyes till death. They were the eyes of my mate.
I don't know weather to be relieved or more frightened.
«Shift.» The single word enters my mind.
«I have no clothes.» I shot back. He opened his jaws and my clothes came tumbling out of his mouth. Crap. I take my sneakers, hoodie, jeans and blue tee with me behind a bush and shift.
When I walk out, I find him standing in a small clearing wearing black shorts and a white tee shirt. I fold my arms over my chest and put on my 'rogue face' as I come to stand four feet in front of him. The rogue face is the kind of face you'd expect to see from a rogue. Arrogance, over-confidence, impatience, etc. Basically, everything that I'm not.
"What do you want?" I ask him impatiently.
"What do I want?" He asked sounding astonished. His voice raising to a yell with each word.
"Yes. That is the question I just asked you." I said snottily.
"I want a mate that doesn't run to a different country when I try to bring her home! Someone who doesn't jump out of my car in the highway-" I cut him off
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Unraveling Rogue
Hombres LoboRaquel wasn't born a rogue. She was abandoned by her birth parents and left for dead when a rogue wolf found her and raised her as her own. When Raquel learns about mates, she wants to find hers. But, when the time comes, is she willing to give up h...
