The Hunted

Prologue

Tonight is the night i will go on with my plan. It is the new moon tonight so it will be darker and when everyone is asleep i will run away. My family, my pack they are getting carried away. Last night they killed yet another innocent and i may be a rogue but that is not my way. I only kill the people who threaten to kill me first, not the innocents who have no idea what i am or what they had done to deserve to be killed.
Braiding my long brown hair into a over-the-shoulder braid, i began packing my bag. Clothes, money, food, my weapons, everything i would need to survive alone. I was born rogue, i was taught how to survive off the land and how to steal, how to stay away from other packs territories unless i needed to be on them. I should be able to do this, to survive alone.
"Skylar, what are you doing?" A blue eyed beauty stepped into my tent. Tristan, my best friend and also my brother, looked at me then my bag. "Are you leaving?" I wasnt planning on anyone finding me, but i couldnt lie to him, not my brother. So i merely looked away, away from his hardened face that showed so much disappointment. "Why Sky?" His voice soft barely above a whisper.
"I wouldnt expect you to understand T. You enjoy the killing, i dont. We are getting out of hand, and i dont want to be here when theres a massacre. Please T whatever you do, just dont tell anyone im leaving please?" I pleaded him. At first, he looked as though he was considering until his face hardened, his mouth going from a frown to a straight line.
"Theyll kill you if you leave" It was almost midnight and i knew i had to leave soon grabbing my bag and walking to the slit of my tent i turned and smiled at my brother, "they'll have to find me first." With that i left, i turned into my black wolf, gradded my duffel bag and ran away. Not looking back.