Catch Me If You Can, Alpha.

Chapter One

Chapter One

10 YEARS LATER

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I scream while throwing a pillow at my alarm clock.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

I rip my covers off, extremely pissed off and stalk towards my alarm clock. Picking it up while it continues its torturous beeping, I stomp towards my window, ripping it open and chucking my alarm clock out of my two story, apartment window, smirking when the damn thing hits the ground, breaking into pieces, finally silencing it.

"Defiantly not a morning person" My wolf laughs at me.

Usually I would smile at my wolf’s sarcastic comment but I was too busy reliving my worst nightmare. I guess it wasn’t exactly a nightmare but my darkest memory. The day I lost everyone; the day I lost my baby doll. Tears crowded by vision. The unbearable pain of losing Melanie all those years ago was still fresh. Melanie didn’t deserve to die; she was only six years old for Christ’s sake. Her life was stolen from her and I couldn’t help but feel responsible.

After that horrible day I ran far away. I couldn’t stay, I had no one left and the police would never believe me anyway. I fell into a deep depression and continuously bounced from place to place, sometimes even sleeping in the woods. I was used to taking care of myself. As I got older I started to work and for ten years I had saved enough money to be able to get a cheap, used car and was able to pay for the multiple hotels and studio apartments in which I had lived in. Life was hard and I constantly asked myself why god had spared me and not my sister. I should have died that night but instead I was turned into a werewolf.

Under my circumstances, I should hate being a Werewolf but I'm becoming accustomed to it, I just hate how I became one. Although, I kind of like having the sharpened senses including heightened hearing, better eye sight (especially at night), a great sense of direction, the energy, the speed, sense of smell, and don't even get me started on the strength. Although the best thing about becoming a Were is my inner wolf, Katerina. My wolf is a part of me, she loves and protects me; she is me.

Yes, my inner wolf has a name. It is also my name but everyone just calls me Kat. I know a weird nickname for a wolf but I was Kat before I became a Were, and the name just stuck (although my inner wolf hates it, hence her taking my full name).

When I lost everything ten years ago and I became a Were, I had nobody except for Katarina. She helped me through the grief and loneliness; she taught me everything I know. Therefore I respect her and treat her as if she was a separate person although she knows her boundaries.

Morning Katarina, I greet my wolf.

Morning Kat, She answers.

As I look around my studio apartment, I saw all the boxes I have yet to load into my car. I usually stay in one place for however long I want but never over a year. I usually go where ever I want as well, with exception of pack territories. Since I was bitten and turned by a rouge werewolf, I had become one too. Most rouges are evil because they have somehow lost their mate and eventually lose control of their inner beast and begin to attack and kill innocent people. It is said that each werewolf has a soul mate that is their other half; a person that completes their soul and when a wolf loses their soul mate they eventually go insane. So you can see why packs don’t particularly like rouges. That is why I am extremely careful not to accidently wonder onto pack territory without the Alpha’s permission, because if I did, they’d most likely kill me. Today I was leaving the city of Shreveport, Louisiana and making my way to Texas.

After I was done showering, I walked past my bathroom mirror and stopped looking at my reflection. Like always my eyes went straight to the giant bite marks on my side, the bite that made me a werewolf. The nasty scars were a constant reminder of the day I lost the rest of my family; the day I lost hope of ever finding happiness again. My eyes wondered over my long legs and wide hips, past my flat stomach and C-cup breasts, up to my full lips and pain filled blue eyes but what always caught my attention was my long and slightly curly hair. My hair used to be a dull brown but after the night I was transformed, it turned chestnut brown with auburn highlights, identical to the color of my wolf’s fur. Getting sick of my reflection I threw on a pair of dark jean and a tight grey T-shirt and put of a pair of old beat up sneakers. I decided to leave my hair down since my natural loose curls where behaving today and didn’t even bother with make-up, personally I didn’t think I needed it.

After putting the few boxes of my belongings in the trunk of my old car, I left Louisiana without looking back.

It was time to fuck shit up in Texas.

-XOXO Alisha

I know it has been a long time since I have updated but I was having writer’s block and just couldn’t find the time. I know this chapter wasn’t very interesting but trust me things will be picking up their pace very soon. Hope you liked it!

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