Chapter 8

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'The song is called Silent Scream by Anna Blue.~'

Jane POV

I walked around in the cold of night. I rubbed my shivering arms and looked around. I had walked to the next town over without realizing and now I'm alone in a old abandoned park.

I slowly walk to a old rusty swing and sat down. Slowly swinging back and forth, I hum a song that use to fit my life so perfectly before all this fucking vampire shit happened.

Now there is no song that describes me, that shows my feelings and emotions. Thinking back on my life as a human, I was in the perfect family. Yes my family is always in a fight and no one can go through the day without picking a fight with someone.

But my parents have jobs that pay well and they always make sure we were feed. When me or my brothers were in a tight spot the other siblings would be right there to back them up.

'I'm caught up in your expectations. You're trying to make me live your dream.'

Why did this have to happen to me? I was happy, I was living a great life. Why did that bastard have to ruin my life?

'But I'm causing you so much frustration. And you only want the best for me. You wanted me to show more interest, to always keep a big bright smile. Be that pinky, perfect princess, but I'm not that type of child.'

Why did i have to hurt Christian? Make him look at me with such fear and pain. I never wanted to hurt anyone, but did this have to happen?

Kathy will be looking for me and she will track my scent, but I sprayed so much of that perfume that my Mum bought for me. Kathy won't be able to follow me, but that doesn't mean that she won't find me.

She must be worried along with my parents and brother. Yeah, I said 'brother'. I don't think Christian likes me anymore. And doesn't care that I left. He's probably happy that he wouldn't be food for me anymore.

But I have to do this so I don't harm anyone anymore. Christian saw me as a monster. Even if he didn't say so, his eyes showed so much pain and fear with a hint of sadness. He didn't want to be afraid of me but he was. I never want to live with the people I love, only to get them harmed or worse and be even more terrified of me.

As I sat there in deep though I suddenly hear a small whimper. I push myself off the swing and tilt my head up and sniff the air. It smells like a animal but not an animal that I've seen or smelt.

I quickly look around when I heard another whimper but this time louder. I looked over in the direction of the slide. I moved slowly to the slide not wanting to scare the poor thing.

Once I reached the slide I saw a small shaking ball of dirty blonde fur. I looked like a dog but at the same time it didn't. I slowly walked to the fluffy ball and kneeled down and slowly picked up the small, shaking animal.

I could feel it tense in my arms but it quickly relaxed into the warmth of my arms.

I found a near by bench and sat down. Taking another look at the small animal, it looked to be a no bigger than a wolf pup.

If this is a wolf pup then that means that this is a werewolf child. As I sat there in awe and question, the pups breathing slowed and became a soft rhythm, telling me the sweet pup was asleep. Wrapping my arms around him so my body covered his to keep him warm. His warmth radiant off him and onto me, keeping me warm also.

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When I awoken the sun was shining bright in the sky. I felt something shuffle against me. I remembered about last night and the pup. I looked down to see not the pup, but a teenage boy and wear nothing but the skin on his back.

He looked to be me my age but if he was the pup from last night then why was his wolf so small? He had dirty blonde hair. His bangs hanged just above his eyes with a slight curl to them, while the rest of his hair was only slightly shorter. He wasn't buff but he wasn't a twig either. He was toned as his skin was smooth and pale.

I pulled off my leather jacket and wrapped it around his naked form. He wiggled in my lap only to slowly open his eyes, revealing blueish-green orbs that stared up at me.

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