Rebel.

Normal Life

Sarah's POV.

My alarm blared "This is How We Roll", I moaned loudly. Damn school! I always hated getting up early. I jump out of my queen size bed. Two weeks ago I turned 18. My parents knew what I was, no one else did. I grabbed my plaid flannel shirt, my ripped jeans, and some socks. Yes I wear jeans in the summer. I took my shower quickly, and got out and dried off. I grabbed my iPhone from its charger and put on some pandora. I listen to country. that's all I listen to. I put on a light powder foundation and black mascara. I don't like a lot of make up. I let my long dark brown hair dry naturally. My hair is at least longer than the bottom of my back. after I was dressed I walked down the stairs with my keys and boots in my hands. "Mom...Dad..." I yelled as I walked around the house. they are never home. always away on pack business. I made my toast grabbed a cherry Pepsi and walked out of the house. 'Honey...' my mom said through mind link. 'Yea mom', 'you have to come to the pack house and to the Alpha's office, just come here don't go to school.' Mom said, she sounded stuffy, I knew for some reason she had been crying. I ran out and hopped in my red ford f.150. As soon as I got to the pack house I killed the engine, and ran in the house. My spirit Bell wanted out so bad. She knew mom had been crying from the sound of her voice. I was completely pissed at whoever did that to her. I barged into the office "Mom why the hell are you crying, who the hell made you cry!" I growled when I slammed the door shut. My spirit had always been protective over her. She had a small frame, she was tiny. like maybe 5'1 if she was lucky. But my dad had to be 6'6 or taller. "Honey, we are so sorry..." as I looked around the Alpha, Luna, and the Beta along with my dad and mom. "What is going on here why is everyone here.?" "You must leave... Look we are very, very sorry Sarah. But what you are can't be allowed. You will become a rouge and you might find a mate on your way through pack territories..." I cut him off with a large growl. "No no no... no way in hell. I will not a have a damned mate. Never I don't want a fucking mate!" I yelled."You have the rest of the day to get packed and go we are truly sorry please be safe." Alpha James said with teary eyes, he held out a 22 pistol revolver for me to take with me. 'Thank you for everything' I mind linked everyone in the room. I hugged everyone. I will not cry. I never cry no matter how sad stuff is. "Goodbye, I love y'all do much" as I hugged my parents. Before anything could happen I ran out of the room, fast as a bat outta hell. When I got home I ran up to my room changed into my thick steel toed boots. Grabbed my black hocking bag threw in extra clothes, along with my other weapons. I shoved two knifes into each boot. I grabbed more amo for my pistol and put them in my bag. Put one of them I my belt loop, grabbed the other pistol and put in the other sides loop. Phone, charger, extra money card, and last my money I had laying around my room. I had nearly 700 dollars with me in cash. I ran out to my truck and started the roaring engine. I pulled out of my drive way and left a cloud of dust. I knew I had driven out of the pack territory. I felt something stir inside my chest.

I don't have a wolf that talks to me. But I have like a spirit that talks to me. I know what a mate is but I don't want one. My spirit doesn't want one either. The worst part is I get mad. I see red and I change. No not a wolf, I glow. my skin looks like it has a unearthly glow to it. my hair turns pitch black. Also it puts me in different clothes.white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Old blue jeans and black lace up combat boots. I am ruthless when I let my spirit out. I kill anything in my way. I can't help it, it's part of rebel bound. I'm glad I'm born this way. Lots of wolfs want my kind dead and killed off for good. I am the only one left and no one has ever come close to killing me. I am rebel bound. That's what my parents said. No one can ever know other than my alpha. If any more people find out then I can get killed by skilled professionals.y parents found out when I was smaller, around the age of six. They noticed I was strong and very independent. I couldn't control how upset I got and Belle came out one day in my room. And I knew what had happen to me.

I stopped suddenly because I noticed what the sign said. Kentucky 98 miles. I shock my head and kept driving. I know I can't live anywhere because if I go on other pack Territory then they will either kill me or lock me up for being a rouge. Though it's not my fault I can get in lots of trouble. I saw a small back road and turned down it. I got out my truck but left it running. I sniffed around where I was. Unclaimed territory. As long as no packs come to hunt me down I'm fine out here. I got out the small blow up air mattress and but in the bed of my truck with pillows, blankets, and my shot gun laying beside the air mattress. I killed the engine, got my flannel off and took of the jeans and put on some sleep shorts. jumped in the bed and thought. 'Heres to life as a rouge.'