The Lone Wolf

The Journey to Hell

As I kept moving on ,trying to forget the night before, my best friend came screaming at me like a pig. She told me how shes was happy and that something important had happened . Her eyes were lit up as if she had seen her dead parents again.

I have known Christiana since 3rd grade, She's my age, and werewolf. She looks like me but with brown and blonde highlighted hair with piercing blue eyes.

Her parents died from a attack by rogues. Her whole pack was killed. My dad found her on our territory. Last time she had seen her parents was when she was 5yrs old.

Anyway.

As she brought me to her room and told me about how she had the best day ever, I put a weak smile forgetting all my pain to listen to Christiana. For her sake.

She told me she had found her mate... the word mate tore me into two halves. Making me cringe mentally.

My voice crumbled and I couldn't even focus on her as I trailed into my thoughts. I had not slept, not a wink, I can't . There was a knock on her door and as she got up to answer it, I gasped.

A familiar face walked in.

Ryan

I put on a death glare ready to rip his head clean off with my claws . I tightened my fist, waiting to punch out his teeth.

Christiana whined and squealed jumping up and down like a flamingo, she said

"Ashlyn ,Ryan ,Ryan , Ashlyn. This is my mate" she smiled.

He. was.her. Mate.

How in the hell could he be her mate!! He is mine!! Isabel growled, anger burning inside her. There is only one mate for him. Me.

I remembered how if a wolf gets rejected or loses a mate, the still have a 2nd chance mate. The moon goddess always makes us backup plans. I guess she is his 2nd chance mate.

I still haven't even coped with my rejection. To see he already moved on, and with my best friend. That shit pissed me off.

My heart snapped as he leaned down and kissed her. All I wanted to do was rip him and her to pieces.

Christiana always ,and I mean Always told me about how when she met her mate she would protect and love him.

Christiania's first mate died from something , I don't know how he died, but all I do know is that she was never the same after that. He loved her, I saw the looks that man gave her, the love in his eyes. If only Ryan could be like that.

Instead of ripping someone's head off. I SHOOK hands with him and put a fake smile.

I felt weak sparks run all over my body making me and Ryan both Flinch.

But I still held anger in my heart. After the tingles I heard Isabel say something.

It was faint but I then I noticed I wasn't even listening to Christiana.

Feeling my anger, I knew my eyes went red, cause my vision went foggy and cloudy, the color red. I smiled while tightening my grip on his hand.

Ryan gasped and he slowly backed away feeling my tense grip on his hand and probably seeing my red eyes.

But I didn't let go . I nearly cut off his blood circulation. His hand was purple. I looked over my right, to see Christiana looking at me with concern.

I quickly backed away letting Ryan's hand breathe .The tension and the heartbreak was too much, so I left the room, only to go to mine and bawl my eyes out. I hated myself.

I wanted to die in a hole and be buried alive , other than for this to be real.

I hated myself so much. To make it worse , my sister went into the picture.

My sister kept bothering and bitching me about how I was supposed to be happy and cheerful because of my birthday. Yup, it was my birthday. Best present ever.

I couldn't hold my emotions , I exploded, I yelled at her.

"Shut the fuck up!! Stop acting like you want me to recieve attention, you just want me to have a party so you could Invite boys and get laid!!"

I was screaming at the top of my lungs telling her and insulting her about everything . Tears streamed down my cheeks and my fist were at my sides.

I yelled at her about How My life was crumbling down and How I wish I had Never Existed. How I wished I could have been accepted by my mate.

My inner wolf kept screaming at me to hold it all in ,but I couldn't . My sister made matters worse and told me

" Ashlyn you are problem , you're weak , all you ever do is be depressed and you try to act innocent and complain about all you're shitty problems. You worry way too much and everyone hates you. That's why our parents chose me over you, you're pathetic,and I'm guessing that's why Ryan rejected you for Christiana".

I couldn't believe my ears.

I gawked at her, slowly I closed my mouth and walked to my window as she left, slamming the door dramatically. How did she know it was Ryan? All I said was that I was rejected. If she knew, then everyone did, and in time Christiana would too.

I don't want her to know. Sure I want her to beat the shit out of Ryan, but she deserves happiness.

My sister was right....I always drowned people into my problems.

I don't want people to feel bad, because I don't want any attention. I'm trying to forget my rejection. Not remember it.

I sobbed for a good 20 minutes until I calmed down. I stared at the sky as I layed down, my head against the glass.

Thinking. I was Thinking of a plan. That's how I got this idea, the idea that caused so many problems.

I was going to leave the blue moon Danire pack.

That night I decided to escape, I went looking For where people would accept Me. Where I would belong.

I sneaked into my sisters room, she was sprawled in her bed snoring slightly. I tip-toed and snuck into her bathroom and put red hair dye in her shampoo.

I know my sister for sure ,she would get up take shower and wash her hair with shampoo.

I put the hair dye in her shampoo so When she got out, she'd resemble a rooster. when she talks she already sounds like a chicken so I thought the look would fit.

I chuckled and headed for the door taking only one thing . My gold necklace, a dear friend of mine gave me this, its really important to me.

I walked out the pack house and headed out through the misty woods . The murky forest was dark enough for me to hide. I walked behind a tree, the leaves crunching under my feet. I called to Isabel and transformed into my wolf.

I ran as fast as I could, hiding in the shadows. I was like a ghost slipping past patrol and hiding from wandering wolfs.

I had been running for hours, I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to remember all the things I was leaving behind.