Survival of the Fittest

chapter 2

Sammy’s POV:

Present

          “Sammy!!!” I heard someone yell into my ear.

          “Aaah!” I screamed as I fell off my bed and landed on the floor in a pile of skin and bones.

          “Are you ok?” Jason asked as he poked his head over to see me.

          “Why the hell did you just wake me up?!” I asked while climbing back onto my bed. I kept repeating in my head that it was just a dream and that I’m safe now. I get those nightmares all the time, every single fucking night when I would fall asleep; I would remember everything that was going on as my pack was burned alive. It was horrifying.

          “Well, this is the last time I’m going to wake up to your screaming. I’m finding you a werewolf therapist because this is horrible. Oh and you’re going to school today with me so get your ass up. We’ll be seniors together.” Jason said while walking out of my room. Crap, school.

          Jason and I were both going to be seniors. We’ve been taking classes online and I skipped a grade while he failed one so we could be in the same grade and classes. Jason and I stick together. We were the only ones who escaped from that damn fire created by those fucking rouges. I would hate all rouges except technically Jason and I are rouges because we don’t belong to a pack. That’s just how we like it, to stay by ourselves and alone.

          “Sammy, are you ready yet? I made breakfast so hurry your ass up.” Jason yelled up to me. I laughed slightly. Jason’s idea of breakfast is burnt eggs and apple juice since I don’t like orange juice.

          “Ya hole on, I’m just getting dressed!” I yelled down to Jason. I went into my closet to find something to wear. Ripped jeans, black v neck t shirt, black leather jacket, and converse; this will work. This is what I basically wear every day because I want people to leave me alone. I used to have people picking on my all the time but once I didn’t talk to anyone, learned how to create the deadliest glare, and dressed like a ‘badass’, I was left alone.

          I walked down the stairs towards the kitchen where I saw Jason cleaning the egg pan in a fluffy pink apron that I bought for him as a birthday present. Even though it was a joke, he always wears it.

          “Hey Jason, did you make the usual?” I asked as I sat down at our counter.

          Our house is a little cute 2 story with the backyard leading out to the forest. I love our house because it is warm and cozy with its browns, dark greens, tans and creams. It really was just simple and perfect.

          “Ya, burnt eggs and apple juice, your favorite.” He said with a smile.

          “Are you excited about school this morning?” I asked while scooping up a bit of the eggs and shoveling them into my mouth. When he didn’t answer, I looked up to see him staring out the window with a murderous gaze. I followed where his eyes were glued to and saw a wolf dropping a girl’s dead, at least I think its dead, body roughly and run away.

          I jumped out of my chair and started towards the girl’s body. I could hear her faint, labored breathe; thank the moon goddess she is still alive. I came to a stop in front of her. She’s so pretty. She has medium length dirty blonde hair that had splotches of red in it, I’m guessing it’s blood, blue eyes that were staring up at the sky, slim and toned body like most female werewolves, and she was tall, like 5’9 or 5’10 kind of tall. From the looks of it, she’s young.