The Unwanted White Wolf (Official)

Chapter 1

I was leaning up against the dark oak king-sized bed. He was sleeping, still naked. He looked so peaceful, but the rest of the room was the exact opposite- the dresser facing me from the off-white wall was clearly rundown, and there were multiple dents on it from where He had punched it. If it was not made sturdy for werewolves, it would have broken on the first hit. I silently cried as I tried to cover myself up with my hands, not able to find my clothes that were so roughly ripped off of my body what seemed like hours before. No one was looking at me, but I felt so dirty and disgraceful.

I should have put up a bigger fight. I shouldn't have given in.

"This is rape," I whispered, dropping my head. I let tears fall but made sure not to sob. Last time I woke Him up, I was beaten so badly, I couldn't leave the house for the rest of the night.

"It is," I heard all around me.

"Not now!" I panicked. I hurriedly shifted and finally saw the poor excuse of clothes I was given years ago in front of the closed bedroom door. I could imagine His father down the hall, ignoring the crime that just occured by reading another Twilight book. I took the clothes in my mouth, clenching them with my teeth. The door to the bathroom was open and I saw my reflection for a brief second as I opened the door with my front paws and sprinted out of the room silently. I was just a blur of white.

The front door wasn't open, but a window to the right of it was. It was more towards the kitchen which was boringly plain, with all white appliances and almost nothing on the counters, but held so many memories. I remember my first kiss was with Him on the antique, round kitchen table. He sat me on it and played with my hair, making the moment seem so special, before slowly leaning in while staring at me with love running through his eyes. The couch could be seen from where I was, and I remember the nights spent cuddling there when I ran here in tears. We would watch Disney movies and He would whisper sweet words in my ear.

I fought to shake these memories off of me, before jumping out of the window. I barely scaled it as I escaped from the two story house. Looking back, no face decorated any of the windows, and the soft yellow-colored house seemed eerily silent. Almost like someone was watching me.

The front territory lines were coming up. Right before crossing, I ran behind a huge tree, shifted, and put on my clothes while praying no one noticed me coming in. There was still a mile to go, so I ran it in human form, which took all of my energy. I made it to the white, four story pack house, noticing how quiet this time of night always was. I would have loved nothing more than to sit in the front yard amongst the grass that hadn't been cut in two months, admiring the trees and wildflowers courageously growing in random clumps, but I had already been gone half of the night. The fear of my punishment prevented me from sitting down and dreaming for hours. Instead, I walked through the front door with my head low, praying silently that no one would be up.

The fates did not seem to be on my side today, for as I raced past the kitchen to make it to the stairs, I heard, "And where were you, Jesse?"

I cringed, already knowing who possessed that voice and what they were going to do. I turned to see my sister, Evie, and brother, Cole, sitting at the countertop area facing the sink and the rest of the kitchen. Cole had a baseball bat and Evie a silver dagger, but what drew me to shaking was the look in Evie's eyes. Her normally happy blue eyes were looking at me with what can only be described as a murderous look, making her heart-shaped face look sinister in the limited light. She displayed a scary confidence, twirling the blade in her fingers deftly without cutting herself. Her body was positioned elegantly and flatteringly on the bar stool to her body type, showing off her flat stomach and well-endowed behind and front bust area, without her even trying. Her jet black hair was pulled back in a ponytail for the night, indicating she probably went to find me and discovered that I snuck out. She also had her pink pajamas on, the ones that were booty shorts and a crop top. It amazed me how she could wear such revealing items without feeling the slightest bit self-conscious. Cole was less confident, also wearing pajamas, just old basketball shorts and a black t-shirt. His face was just blank. He typically does not show emotion whenever I see him, just keeps his green eyes dull and never trained on my face. Now, he was looking at the ground, seeming sullen and withdrawn from Evie. His black hair was tousled and messy, giving further credence to my theory of being woken up by Evie.