This is a story about Lycans and Vampires. Yes, there is an Alpha, and yes there is an Omega. In this particular story, you are in it. You're the alpha. A female alpha to be exact. Nowadays they're not many packs around. Werewolves have grown into...
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2:23 a.m
You hurried across the lawn of your house and ran up the porch steps. You made an annoyed sound forgetting the door was freakin locked. Which was probably the dumbest thing you could forget. You looked around seeing no one and backed down the steps gazing up to your bedroom window.
You were covering yourself with your hands seeing as you were naked.
Your vision traveled to the tree in the lawn and had an idea.
"Why me?...Just....why?"
You went over to it and looked around the neighborhood again to make sure no one was out. It was beginning to become morning.
You hoped you would be able to climb up. The tips of your fingers were bloody from extending them so much.
You'd have to do it one more time or you wouldn't be able to get up this tree.
They extended and you forced them into the bark and began to climb your way up. It was hard and super uncomfortable as your bare skin kept rubbing the hard wood, but you made it to the top.
You had to stretch your leg out to make it to the roof. You bended down and stepped carefully over to your window and hoped to God the latch was not locked.
You breathed a sigh of relief when it popped up. However there was a limited amount of space and now you hoped you could even fit.
You crawled forward head first and hadn't noticed there wasn't anything in front of your window to grab onto so you fell down.
Your hip got caught on the frame before your whole body went through so there was now a long scrape there.
"Ow you freakin piece of-"
You massaged your temple and hip and you raised up from your bedroom floor and close the window.
You checked the spot, but knew it would heal after a day. You walked into your bathroom and cut on the light to see yourself in the mirror. As you'd expect, your hair was a mess and you had small scratches from bushes on your skin.
