Why Am I Alive?

Bloody paws.

I run until my paws are bleeding then I run some more, at five in the morning I'm finally there. The oldest and biggest pack, The Night Shift pack.

I shift behind a tree and put some clothes on I had in my bag. I run to the old rusty steel enforced gate.

"Who are you?" A man in his early thirties ask, looking disgusted.

Put him in his place. My wolf cries out to me.

No, Sienna. I yell back before blocking her out.

I feel really bad doing this all the time but sometimes it's just too much my head can handle. I realize I have been zoning when he snaps his fingers in my face. I'm tempted to attack and beat him. But I'm hungry, tired and I need to go in. So I decide to try to be nice. Emphasis on the try.

"Don't snap your fingers, I'm not a dog." I snap at him.

As soon I finished he let out a low chuckle then starts staring off in the distant with

"I spoke to the beta you are allowed in." The guard says breaking me out of my trance.

"Thank you....." I say waiting until he says his name.

"Oh I am Jared and you are ......"

"Mirabella Kane, I think I'm going to sleep now. I am tired and hungry." I yawn I'm truly tired but it's also half true that I want to get away from him.

"Okay Logan, The beta's brother is waiting for you inside." As soon as he finished his statement I almost run inside, Almost.

I open the doors to the pack house and immediately pulled in to a warm hug, Logan the beta's brother and my best friend. I then hear a low growl, I look up surprised at the sudden noise.

There I see the most handsome boy ever created. He is perfect with his black sleek hair and his piercing grey stormy eyes. His toned abs rippling through his thin shirt.

His kind deep grey eyes stare into mine, looking into my soul. He stares at me with love, passion and possession.

At the same time we say "Mate".