Over My Dead Body

My stomach grumbled loudly for the hundredth time.

“I just ate ten minutes ago!” I grunted flinging my head back and crushing my face with my hands, exasperated with myself.

A sandwich is not going to cover a wolf’s appetite, especially not yours. My wolf scoffed

“Whatever.” I grumbled. I don’t have any money so I just gotta deal.

My stomach growled in protest making my right eye twitch like it always does when I’m irritated. I looked at my surroundings trying to distract myself from the hunger.

I was at the edge of a forest in Big Bear City, where I resided most of the time. It was completely isolated and it always brought the satisfaction of freedom I craved so much.

My name is Raven Scar McGraw and yes, I am a werewolf, and yes I am broke; which is the case for most rogues. I’m one of the lucky ones though; most rogues don’t make it out on their own.  And as a she-wolf I’m prone to danger like sexual assault, getting jumped, and sometimes even claimed by complete jerk offs. I refuse to get mated even if I find my mate. That’s a huge no-no for me because, one I can’t stay in one place for too long, two I don’t trust anyone, and three I like being a rogue I have been for a very long time. I don’t even remember where I came from to tell the truth.

As a lone she wolf I like to go through many extremes for entertainment purposes and to get a little fight training here and there. I like to wreak havoc on packs and beat down the alpha, I’m pretty sure that I’m known for it. Mostly due to the fact that I’m heartless, but hey it’s the survival of the fittest out here in the life of a rogue you learn due time that you have to look for yourself, it will always be just you. And I’m fine with that, the alphas shouldn’t be on top if they aren’t good enough besides they get to keep their pack. I don’t like being bound to territory.

A wonderful savory smell brought me out of my haze and I wiped at the drool on my chin, it smelled of grilled meat and chicken probably a little vegetables too. Point blank someone was making me a grilled dinner. I smiled licking my lips already tasting the food.

Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get that food?! My wolf mocked me. I rolled my eyes and ran towards the scent, the closer I got the more I felt like turning back.

It was at a pack house one of the strongest, or so I’ve heard. I gulped the saliva down and backed away, knowing deep in my gut that something was wrong.

It was a trap, they know we’re around. My wolf growled. How dare they think I was that gullible! You see what hunger makes us do! Feed us now!

I didn’t protest and went into the woods morphing into my wolf, my fur was ebony colored with silver tips all over and my eyes were sapphires which were always a mystery to me ‘cause I had brown eyes.

I told you already, they are the color of our mate’s eyes, and he must be a powerful one at that seeing how my eyes glow so much.

Yeah, well I’m never going to find my mate, and if I did I refuse to be mate with him.

My wolf understood that, knowing full well how enjoyable freedom felt. Besides we never felt lonely and being bound was never something we enjoyed.

I stalked around sniffing for something big, I stayed quiet hearing for hooves or paws pounding on the floor, staying on guard for any pack member that might just jump out of the open. My ears perked up at the sound of heavy pounding on the floor. I grinned, drool already dripping from my muzzle; a hog.

I sped after it lightening fast but stopped just as quickly when I smelt something toxic. I grumbled growing more and more irritated; another one of the pack’s extermination tricks.