Crimson Ash Pack

You Are A Nutcase.

"I'm sorry what? Did you just say what I think you said?" Hesitancy coats my voice.

"Yes. You, are what we call a rogue. Someone who doesn't have a pack." That's when I start to laugh.

"There is no ways in hell I am a werewolf. You, my friend, are off your rocker. You said male Werewolves shifted at 16. Well I'm pretty sure I would know if I was a Were, cause I would've shifted at 16 and I didn't. Plus if I was a werewolf then that would mean my parents were Werewolves, and trust me there is no ways in hell that is possible. My mother wouldn't touch dirt with a 10 foot pole, let alone shift into a wolf." My breath huffs out of me. Werewolf? No.

"Do you truly want to argue with me?" The leader snapped at me, her eyes piercing mine.

"Yes. Yes I really would like to argue with you, you mentally unstable nutcase!" I shouted, slamming my fists onto the table. "I did not come hear to meet some freak of nature that's lost her god forsaken mind and is part of some bloodletting cult!" I wave my right hand, encompassing those in the room.

"You have lost your bloody mind woman. Completely and utterly lost it! If you would like to believe that you are whatever you are, then woop-dee-freaking-do! But I, I am not listening to rantings of a crazy person. Werewolf! Me? No. God could you imagine my mother touching dirt, or my father growing excess hair. They'd rather burn than let that happen." I continued.

"Are you-" she began in a bored voice.

"No. I am not. So you can shove your stupid little assumption where the sun don't shine and fuck right off." I growled out, slamming my fist one last time onto the table before turning and striding towards the door.

"This'll be good." A male voice whispers through the room, just as I'm spun around.

I come face to face with the green eyed nutcase herself, her nails digging into my bicep. The color of her eyes begins to swirl as her facial expression darkens. "You listen to me you little rogue. You-"

"Remove your hand." I snap out, my hand clenching over hers. "Now." I tighten my hold on her, feeling the bones in her hand shift against one another.

Usually I wouldn't lay a hand on a woman, but this bitch better get the fuck off me, before I go ape.

Her full lips pop open in surprise at my words, her eyes widening slightly.

"I said, Now!" I growled out, closing the distance between us, my nose touching hers as a scowl hit my face. Rage pouring through me.

"My dear. I suggest you remove your hand. I have a feeling this won't end well for either of you if you keep it up. It seems you might just have a bit of a contender on your hands." One of the male elders chuckles out from behind her.

Slowly the grip she has on my bicep lessens, ripping her hand off me I throw it back towards her. "I suggest you leave me the hell alone you fucking nutcase." I snarl out before spinning around and exiting the room.

"He'll come around." A woman's soft words follow me out the door.

No. No I fucking won't.

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That woman is a nutcase. Complete nutcase. Werewolf? They don't even exist. Honestly. No ways. However she did what she did is crazy but werewolves don't exist. The supernatural is nonexistent. And I am certainly not one. I would know right? I mean firstly I would've shifted when I was sixteen, and that was eight years ago... I definitely would've shifted by now. So therefore I'm not a werewolf. Nope definitely not.