Trouble

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It's not like I can remember what happened that night, I mean who would?

When your drunk off your ass your vision blurs, memory fades and morals vanish. At least thats what it felt like that night, and what happened that night. I can remember the dancing bodies... Vaguely. How their dresses had hugged every inch of them. The smell of sex, drugs and cigarettes that filled the room.

But, the one thing I can't remember, is how I got here. Or how I woke up that next morning with absolutely no clothes on, and lying in a bed. With no one next to me, just me-completely unaware of what had happened that night. So, here I am now, sitting crosslegged in the middle of the woods, with a small baby boy in my arms.

I was a reject now, and I knew it, an outcast. "Un-pure." Once my parents figured out I was pregnant, they shamed me. Their words hit like daggers, and the worst part was, they knew before me. They smelt it before I felt it. The baby that was fast asleep in my arms, I had yet to name. He was three months old, and three months ago I left my pack. It's surprising huh? the girl who pack members loved, children adored and parents glorified was suddenly gone. Replaced with one covered in dirt, with a small duffle bag next to her, making sure she had enough for her baby boy. I looked at the boy one more time, he gave me a toothless grin and giggled at the sight of me. I smiled, it amazed me how a child could find happiness in times of despair, in times of struggle. Even though he probably didn't even understand the need, and the seriousness of the situation, he was able to bring out a smile on my face. His eyes were something that stood out to me. They were a light brown, almost golden color that intrigued me, and they were definitely not from my side of the family. He had a limited amount of black hair and little freckles that were sprinkled on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. I touched his little nose and he giggled, I sighed.

Cedric. I thought, "Cedric Noah Rivera."

The small fingers wrapped themselves around my large one. One day, if I were to have the rarity to find my mate, I really hope he would understand, and not just assume me a slut-just because I have a child. For the past three months, I thought about if I ever found the man that did this to me. The one who took advantage of me when I was clearly under the influence, the one thing I would do would be to give him a hard slap across the face. I stood up and slung my duffel bag over my shoulder. I started walking deeper into the woods, crossing by a pond, I could see my reflection. My hair standing in all directions, and a small bundle in my arms. I sighed and continued to walk, I heard growling behind me. Most would panic and eyes would be filled with fear. But me? I was prone to emotion. I didn't want to deal with it, I turned around and gave the large wolf a sad look. His eyes traveled down to the bundle in my arms. He seemed to be mind linking someone, as I stood there and waited. The wolf howled, and gave me one more look before turning the other way. I sighed and continued walking, I knew that it wasn't smart to be walking along the woods with a basically new born child in my hands. But then again, walking in the human town with my hair a mess and dirt all over me, with a child in my hands isn't exactly keeping a low profile. I looked at little Cedric in my arms. To be honest, I named him after Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter, because-well, that book is a classic. Yes, even for werewolves. I knew, for him I had to make sure he was safe. My emotional state was putting him in danger, and to be honest, he was all that I had left. I started to walk towards the opening of the woods that entered a small human village. Stopping at a small pond, I rinsed my face and tried to get as much dirt off of me as possible, wanting it too look less sketchy, seeing that I was about to walk out of the woods. I sighed, knowing that I probably couldn't change my appearance anymore and exitied the woods. Once I stepped in the center of the town, I could tell that it was another packs territory. But once again, no panic settled through me. With the money I had in my bag, I was able to pay for a small chalet, that was up for rent.

It was one in the morning and this child could not stop crying. I got up and walked to the basket that I had made comfortable for him. I looked at him and followed his gaze, seeing the shadow of a figure outside of the chalet. I took a deep breath not wanting for them to sense my fear. I picked up Cedric, and quietly grabbed my duffel bag.

"Are you sure she's in here?"

"Yes Alpha, I saw her with a child in the woods and this is her exact smell."

The door began to creek open as I hid in the dark corner, hoping that I could sneak out. Both entered, looking around. They immediately went to the bedroom as I quietly sprinted out with Cedric in my arms. I continued to walk through the territory, making my way through. I was almost at the end of the border, a mile or so away when a howl was unleashed. The ground started trembling, and Cedric's cry gave away our location. I sprinted, holding his head to my chest. Looking back to see millions of green eyes after me. I pushed myself and made it across the border where they all halted to a stop. I turned around and the Alpha, looked at me from the other side, his green eyes bore into my silver eyes. I knew that he could feel that I was an omega and that he was somewhat surprised that I could out run him and his entire pack. I turned back to the clear forest in front of me and started to walk the opposite way. I heard another howl, rogue. I turned back and the Alpha was still standing there, watching me. I looked around, seeing a tree I climbed up it, yes, with Cedric in my hands. As soon as I made it to a stable branch, I laid down against the tree , positioning Cedric on my stomach. as he's head leaned on the crook of my neck. I looked back down and the Alpha was gone.