Cursed

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                                                                                   Many years later

Could the gods make it rain any harder? I asked myself  as the pouring rain made it to hard to see, so I pull my bike into the little bar. The light outside read no humans. Parking my bike next to the door, I took a deep breath calling my wolf side closer to the surface so I could pass as one of them. When you live your whole life on the run you find little tricks to keep the wolves and humans off  your back.

Hiding my sliver filled guns and sword underneath my leather jacket. I didn't want to start a ruckus but I didn't want to go in there in armed either. Pushing the doors open I felt every eye on me as soon as I stepped inside. This might have been a bad idea, I thought to myself as I took off my jacket trying to dry off but keeping the guns hidden.

As lighting and thunder shook the wall I knew that my bike wouldn't be safe to drive until this storm had a chance to past. Being in a bar full of wolves didn't seem much safer. You could a pin drop as I walked along the hard wood floors dipping water as I walked. The bartender approached the counter as I did. He big sniff of the air checking to see if I was human. I held my breath. It was hard to say with all this rain if he could smell my wolf side or not.

"What can I get you young lady?" He asked as he begun to dry some glasses.

"A bottle of whiskey and just a dry spot to way out the store if you don't mind." I let out my breath but I wasn't in the clear yet.

"Sure thing." He placed the glass he was cleaning down. "You not from around here are you darling?" He asked as he pulled out a bottle of Whiskey.

"No just passing through actually. You see I got caught in the rain and I needed a break. "

"Where you heading?" He asked sliding me the bottle and glass.

"I don't know  to tell you the truth. Thanks." I handed him some money. " I am just going to sit over in the back if you don't mind. "

"Help yourself." He gestured.

I gathered the bottle and made my way to the back. It was pretty good size saloon. The room was poorly lit. There was a booth in the back that was alone and I was able to slide past them without the werewolves detecting the sliver. One by one would look at me then go about their business. All but one.

Near the back on the other side of the room. Was a man cloaked by a dark hood so I couldn't make out his features. His face was in total darkness but for some reason I knew he was watching me. I really didn't know why I felt shivers as I looked back at him. Pouring a glass of the whiskey I needed to take the edge off. I was in a bar full of male werewolves.

There was some women not many but some. Probably looking for someone to go home with. This wasn't a good plan, I thought to myself as the room began to stir more. I knew I was close going in heat very soon.  Twice a year a female werewolf will go in heat trying to find the one. Kind of like those animal programs on natural geographic. I never wanted to be tide down to someone. I hated the fact ever since I was bitten that I had be on the run to keep from being taken as a mate.

I had bullet lodged in my stomach is the only thing keeping me from turning. It has been there since the day I was bitten. Since the day I became a rouge or runner.  Never staying long in one place at a time is the easiest way to keep him off my trail. The fact that I had a murderous bastard hunting me down was why I was in this awful place to begin with.  About a year ago I heard of a pure blood wolf that no one could kill. Some say it's legend. Some say he is a ghost or some bad spook story they tell to give children nightmares.