Morphine: Drugged is the New Paradise

Chapter 1 Eli

Author's note: The inspiration of this story was the song "It Will Rain" by Bruno Mars. I wanted to write my own werewolf story, and soon that song became my new favorite. Then I thought I want to write a story called 'Morphine'.  I want to recongize Bruno Mars because I didn't want to plagiarize any of his work. This is my version of Bruno Mars' song "It Will Rain." I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading.

Author's Second and Most Important Note: I noticed that I lost many, many readers because of the first chapter. Please, please, PLEASE, read the first TWO chapters. What makes a good story story is plot, description, and character development. My main character, whom everyone seems to hate, does develops throughout the story. If you still absolutely hate by the second chapter, then I sincerely apologize. All my characters, even the side characters does go through character development, if not I am always looking for suggestions. And on another note, it was brought up to my that my story is rated R and I don't know why. There is nothing is my story that makes it rated R. 

Eli's POV

I am Eli, the first born son of Julian, the Alpha male of our pack. I am next in line to lead our family. I know what you are thinking, "must be nice". Trust me, it's not what it appears to be. But there are a few perks that come with the birth right. I never really thought or showed any interest in being the Alpha male until my mother, Clestine, was murdered by Hunters and I could not bear the sorrow of her death. It was at that moment, my inner demon was released. I was blinded by rage and hatred for my mother's death. My siblings were repulsed by what I had turned into and it was something that not even I could recognize.

 I fell into a downward spiral of dark and tempting taboos of my family's history. Every night since my mother was taken, I roamed outside the boundaries of our territory. The rival pack tried to eliminate me for entering their land, but those "mongrels" never got close to me. The Alpha bloodline that coursed through my veins, makes me stronger and faster than the rest. The rush of flirting with Death brought me closer to my mother, and that feeling was overwhelming. It enraged me, slowly driving me mad. My father became concerned with my recent actions and then conducted a meeting with the rival Alpha male.  I learned shortly afterwards about the secret talks of disowning me from my pack. I came to realize that my father didn't care about me, all he was concerned about was the bloodline of our race. Our kind and traditions came first and that was why he barely defended me. He believed that my behavior and my treacherous actions were to cease immediately. My indulgences could expose my kind which making us vulnerable to the hunters.

My father had told that arrival Alpha that he was going to fix the problem. Then the following day my pack members tried talking to me and it was made clear that it wasn’t for their enjoyment. All they wanted to know what the reasons were for my actions. Every word spoken to me went through one ear and out the other.  They weren’t going to get me to spill my guts. I wasn’t going to tell them anything if their only motive was to stop me from exposing us. To my surprise, the pack members knew my weakness and my siblings were dragged into this mess. As soon as Jewel, my baby sister, began to ask questions about my killing spree it made me mad as hell. I couldn’t believe that the pack members would stoop that low and bring my baby sister into this. They told her just so they could use her against me. I will never forget the look in my baby’s eyes. It tore me up on inside that my sister didn't see me as her hero anymore. Anger and rage tormented me and the thought of hunting taunted me. The taste of blood was the only thing that was going to calm my nerves.

I went deep into the forest to meet with my friends. It was dark and cold. I could faintly see my breath escape my mouth. There was an eerie breeze that rustled the tree branches and the moon had an orange tint to it. The breeze blew through my hair, and I sharply exhaled. I invited the nerve-racking wind, I could feel Death in it. On nights like this he always there. Someone was going to die tonight and it wasn’t going to be me.