Trusting A Rouge

1. On Earth

Pic of Scarlett

*Scarlett POV*

"I'm tired of this..." I mumbled weakly.

"I already said I was sorry." He dryly voiced. There was little effort put into his pathetic apology. Not that I was expecting anything to change.

"Sorry for what Logan? What exactly are you sorry for?" I spoke out suddenly.

"What are you going on about? I'm simply sorry! It is truly that simple!" He shouted.

I screamed out in frustration. My fist clenched together. I could not think of what more to say to such ignorance!
Instead, I swiftly walked to the door of our bedroom. I looked over at Logan's ridiculous face. Without a second thought, I walked out of the situation.

I snatched some clothes from a closet near the exit. Throwing the front door open of the packhouse, I stepped out and began to run in my human form. The clothes I took were in my mouth, seeing as how I could not hold them in my wolf form.

After a couple seconds, I began shifting into my wolf. My legs became shorter and more muscular. My shoes and pants were always the first to be ripped to shreds. The padding of my paws felt much better compared to my human feet. My tail grew out at the same time my snout did. When I hit the floor with my hands they were no longer vulnerable carpals and phalanges, but nice cushioned paws. Gray fur began to sprout all over my body. I wiggled my pointy ears and narrowed my eyes, for a sense of direction. The transformation was complete.

I continued running for several miles. It was something I did when I was stressed out or angry. Which was common, when I was with or around Logan.

I always questioned myself about him. Did he really want me? Was I just something to do, when he was bored? Was he too good for me?
I mean I did love him. It was just surreal love. Like love was what I called this emotion because I didn't know the exact term for it. It was all I knew to call it.

Getting over my train of thought. I came to a horrible stop dropping the clothes somewhere on the floor. I stopped pushing my legs forward but my body kept going. This made me lunge my backend forward, causing me to roll a couple times.

I landed on the edge of a cliff. It was not a tremendous one, but it was enough to be called a cliff. At the end of this vertical rock was a body water.

Regaining my composure slowly, I began to look around. Walking to get my clothes back from where I dropped them, I realized just how beautiful the night looked.
It'd probably be even more marvelous in the daytime.

Wolves could only see in color during the day. Currently, it was seven but since it was winter time, the sun began to go down near six. So it was dark and everything was black, gray and white.

I knew this particular place could not be the safest. I knew I should have ran back to the packhouse, but I did not want to.
I wanted to feel the wind hit my fur. I wanted to see the sparkling lights that filled the sky. I wanted to hear the crickets chirp next to me and the water move below me.

Sighing, I knew the peace surrounding me wouldn't last long. My thoughts clouded my brain. Having little to do meant I would begin to overthink. The killer of all dreams.

My wolf was currently in a depressed state. To tell the truth, I was not any better. Logan was the source of all these negative emotions. It was always him. It always had to be him.

Why could things not work out between us? He had just recently been with other females. That was why I felt as I did. Clearly, my emotions were getting the best of me.