Zoology — Maroon
three
The sun peaked through the curtains and casted a slim beam of light across my face. I sunk deeper into the soft mattress and covered my eyes with the comforter. I had decided that it was a lazy day and I was going to sleep in.
"Hope!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Wake up!"
Groaning, I flipped my pillow in half so that it was wrapped around my head to cover my ears. I chose to remain quiet and prayed that everyone would leave me alone.
"I will delete all the recordings of Big Brother if you don't wake up!" Lana shouted, her voice playful, but I knew she was serious. It had taken her a while to get used to me–like, it took her a year for her to talk to me without scowling or rolling her eyes. We had grown closer and I later discovered that her extreme hatred for rogues stemmed from the death of her parents, who were killed by the mutts. When she finally took the time to listen to my story and understand it, she apologized for her ignorant hatred for me. I never held it against her and we became the best of friends, but I truly didn't like her when she pulled stunts like this.
"I'm awake!" I screamed back, tossing the covers off of my body. I felt like punching a wall, but I opted to swing the door open with as much force as I could instead. "Happy?" I asked sarcastically.
Lana gave me a devilish smile. "Very. Want some pancakes?"
"No," I groaned.
Was that literally the reason why she woke me up at this ungodly hour? I asked myself incredulously. It was seven in the morning, too early to be awake when I didn't have to be at work until five o'clock that evening.
She shrugged, spinning around so that her white blonde hair whipped from her left shoulder to her right. "Just asking. You can go back to sleep now," she cooed, walking down the staircase to the first floor. The tone of her voice told me that she wanted to make me angry.
I huffed and slammed my door shut once again. I wondered why she was even in the house; this was Michael's home, she had her own place to annoy people!
I'm going to kill Lana, I growled through the link to only Michael.
Simmer down, pupper, he chuckled, but instantly blocked me out to avoid my insulted screams. I hated when he called me that.
Since I wasn't getting anymore sleep, a hot shower sounded like the best way to relax. After thoroughly shampooing and conditioning, along with shaving and moisturizing, I dried myself off and dressed simply; I threw on a fitted grey T-shirt and ripped skinny jeans. I was looking at myself in the mirror and running my fingers through my hair; it was dark brown, but earlier that year Lana convinced me to have it ombré into white blonde.
It had been four years since I left. Nobody looked for me. I had made my new home with Michael Porter and his pack, which was significantly smaller than the one I had grown up around. In fact, there were only about ten of us, including me. We were all runaways, orphans, or rejects. Even Michael, our Alpha, had been rejected by his mate when he was nineteen and when he ran off, he found Malachi on some unmarked land which started a friendship. From there, the two started to take in other wolves, giving those without a home a place to feel accepted. I knew that Malachi's pack had been broken up by rogues, but Michael's story was always one that had intrigued me, because he was an Alpha and nobody rejected an Alpha. I had tried to ask about the details multiple times, but he always brushed it off.
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Werewolf[ NEW AND IMPROVED VERSION ] A mate was what every werewolf dreamed of having. They were your perfect match, your other half, your soulmate. At least, that's what Hope had been told and that's what she had witnessed within her pack her entire life...
