Forgotten History (ON HOLD)

Forgotten History

Chapter 1

          You won’t be able to hide from me. I can smell you, I thought to myself as I sniffed out my prey.

          I stopped where I was and used my senses to find out what direction it ran off to. I could no longer use my sense of smell because the wind kept blowing the luscious scent, of my prey, in every direction, so I used my awesome hearing. Closing my eyes I concentrated. Hearing the rapid heartbeat coming from my prey, I slowly crouched down on all fours, waiting for the right time to pounce. My prey was only five feet in front of me. The bushes were extremely thick where I was hiding. I could hear and feel the blood pulsing through my prey’s veins and once I heard its heartbeat return to normal, I decided to make my move. I quickly jumped out from the bushes, closing the remaining distance within seconds. I clenched my jaws around its neck and I felt my prey go limp immediately as I tasted blood from its wound flow into my mouth. I unclenched my jaw, stepped back and I took a moment to admire my beautiful handiwork.

          Lying dead at my feet, in a pool of blood, was a white-tailed deer, to be more specific a buck that was three times my size. If anyone would have seen me take it down they would have been stunned, especially by those who knew me. I say “knew” because I have changed. I’m no longer the girl who takes orders from stupid, possessive Alpha fathers and I’m no longer the girl who lets people use them to get on the Alpha’s good side.

          I have been on my own for the past six months. Some people believe that I have gone rogue but I’m not. Being rogue indicates that your human side gives up and gives total control over to your wolf, but I won’t do that. See my wolf and I have an agreement, as long as she gets to run every day and gets to kill something then she will let me have control.

          I shift back into my human form and get dressed in the pink spaghetti strap and grey sweatpants, which I hid under a rock. Apparently I killed the buck where we started our chase in the first place. I grabbed the buck by his antlers and dragged him to a small clearing in the forest so I could set up camp for the night. I tapped into my wolf strength and started to tear the deer a part, limb from limb. I could hear every bone breaking with every pull and every muscle tearing with every tug I gave. Once I had every limb separated from its torso, I grabbed my bag and took out my butchering knife. I inspected every piece of meat and cut off the edible parts of it; I then put the cut-up pieces of meat into a plastic bag and placed it in my bag. I started a fire and took a large piece of meat and placed it over the fire to cook. This whole camping thing brought back the memories of my family, my old pack, the one I would have been in charge of.

          ‘Well we will still be in charge of the pack one day, that is if we ever go back. You’re your father’s only heir,’ my wolf, Cady, said to me matter-of-factly.

          ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah,’ I retorted.

          My name is Tamra Nicole Turner; yes I know my initials are the acronym for dynamite, that’s why I love my name! Anyways, I am the daughter of the possessive and overprotective Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Donovan Turner may be my father but that does not mean that I have to like how he treated his only daughter! My mom just stood by and let him control my every move. I still remember when mom and dad told me that I was to be mated to the king douche bag of all werewolves, Jayden Brooks.

                    *Flashback*

          I walked into my dad’s office to see the Brooks family standing in front of his desk. Everyone turned to see me coming in; everyone was smiling except for Jayden.

          “Um…What’s going on in here?” I asked curiously, wondering if I even wanted to know.

          “Come and sit down darling. We have some news we would like to tell you,” said my mother as she walked over to me and escorted me over to a couch that was close by.