Chapter 1 | I'm Gone

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I ran through that sickly dark forest with tears streaming down my bruised cheeks and blood dripping from a cut on my lip...I held a large kitchen knife in my hand, wearing only a thing singlet that reached above my knees, sticking closely to my body so you could see my underwear underneath.

I was breathing heavily as I bounded over small rocks and tree branches that fell to the forest floor. My shoeless feet felt blessed running on the wet and moist grass of the dirt path leading to a beach. Trees seemed to hide me from the moon and I was thankful for the darkness as it made me feel more secure.

A distant howl from behind made me push myself harder.

I CANT GO BACK!

IM NOT GOING BACK!

I REFUSE TO BE WITH PEOPLE THAT LOOK AT ME WITH SO MUCH DISGUST!

So I kept running, my ears tucked close to my head, my tail was like a lifeless rag behind me and I didn't care where it went as long as it didn't ruin my running so I could only imagine what it looked like behind me. I felt my oily and unkept hair slap the middle of my back every few paces and it kept my mind centred on running instead of how tired I was becoming with every step I took closer to my demise.

The trees were rushing past me so fast I could only see a blur, the only thing not blurring is the path ahead of me and that big bright stupid moon in the sky. I wanted to scream at the moon goddess for making me what I am but I never even tried, I didn't want to be tortured for being so cruel to the moon goddess even though she was the one that did this to me.

The night sky above me was mesmerising the small stars twinkled liked they were the biggest things there and the moon stood full and proud in all its glory with every cloud coming close being somewhat magically pushed away so everyone can enjoy its soft light.

More howls were heard, snapping me out of my dazed thoughts as I continued to leap and bound over small rocks and logs.

I could begin to hear the heavy breathing of what were supposed to be my pack mates running behind me, loud thumps of paws against the same path I only ran on moments before, I could feel the annoyance and anger of the lifeless creatures behind me as they stayed hot on my trail. Thirsty for my blood to be spilled over the green grass.

Small tears cascaded down my cheeks as the overwhelming pit of despair and sadness surfaced from inside my stomach, the only emotion I've ever known since the age of 11 coming back to haunt me.

I didn't want this anymore, I didn't think I deserved it...so I pushed myself harder and faster trying my best to get to the beach where I knew their was only neutral territory...where I knew I would be safe from the claws and teeth...where I could end it all.

Then finally, I broke out of the tree line...my smell immediately changing to a rogue as I accepted the choice I had made of leaving the bastards of the Moonlight pack behind, the pain barley there as they had already abandoned me from the moment I was born. I felt my legs relax first falling out from underneath as I skidded across the sand heavy breathing entering my ears.

The warm sand confirmed I got away, that I wasn't allowed back

What now?

Turning back to the forest I watched as many different pairs of glowing eyes emerge from the darkness watching me, with growls coming from in between their teeth every few moments the glint of canines sending a shiver down my spine. I continuously stared, watching them as I embraced the warm sand, but soon the eyes were their and then they were gone, in an instant. As if the wolves that were just trying to kill me vanished into the thin air with only the thumping of paws retreating showing me they were actually their and not a figment of my imagination.

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