Wolf's Needs

Chapter One

Meka Wells waited for that feeling; that tearing, shredding feeling in her heart and bleeding on her chest. She lay curled up underneath the heavy canopy blanket of trees, her body was completely soaked with mud and icy pricks of rain, and she shivered under the chilly winter air. Even California had icicles.

The cold, crisp winter air bit into her, but she didn't move. Didn't leave to find shelter; the wilderness was her shelter. It was her home. Or it was, when she had a father, a dominant Alpha wolf. But he was gone.

But not dead?

No, that feeling of being ripped apart from the inside never came to Meka. She had never been crushed in its black grip, not enough to take her life, but suffocating her to the point where all she could take in was that black coldness. That peak of darkness was just a constant, heavy-bearing reminder that she would truly be alone. It was a very plain and bitter way of life for someone like her. But it never came.

Her bones were rigid and shaking so badly she feared that pneumonia would overcome her soon. Could werewolves get pneumonia? She didn't think so, but the chill seeped through her pores and made her body cry out for mercy. But where was she supposed to go? This was a werewolf-hating world. Her species no longer roamed the Earth in a hidden confidence. They were hunted; males were just for game but females were four grand a body. It wasn't like hunting average wolves or bears even; werewolves had human bodies as well as wolf ones. And human men ... they did horrible, horrible things to the females of Meka's people because they found them a weak, unintelligent species. She didn't want that.

Her tears mixed well with the rain as it constantly dripped through the weak barricade of leaves. Her hand open and closed in the fallen leaves beneath her soaked, listless body, and mud covered and darkened her bare skin. She wanted to shift into her true form, a beautifully large wolf with white fur and large, bright eyes. Despite her dark, ebony skin, her eyes were violet-gray in human and wolf form. It was a sort of marking; her mother's were pure violet like a sort of crystal was planted in her head at birth while her father - Harrison's eyes were a deep, steel gray, and their skin was just as dark as hers, if not darker. She, as the first - and only - born offspring of the Alpha family, got a mixture of the two, making them look almost silver.

A sob tore through her throat helplessly. Her family had been ripped from her fingertips. As she thought about them, different scenarios drifted in and out of her head about what could possibly be happening to her family at this very moment as she coward and wept in the very spot where her home used to be. Her father would have been killed on the spot-but he hadn't been, Meka would've known. So where is he?-but her mother would've been sold off to be played with by weak men with big heads and non-existent hearts. She could be chained up in a basement, whipped like a slave as she was commanded to dance like a show girl. Or she could even be strapped down on a bed, three or four different men standing over her like starving dogs looking at a steak. Her mother, her alpha, was strong. The strongest female Meka has ever known, and their pack was the largest in the country. She had to be, or she would be chewed alive by those who thought her unworthy as the Mother Alpha.

Men wanted to be superior to anything and everything so they chained up another being, although not human, and torturously did with it what they wanted and pleased. Humans always wanted to be dominate, they wanted to have full control over everything, and when they couldn't they went mad with power lust. And the mysterious and unknown to them were always a threat, and that was exactly what Meka was to them. What her family and her pack were to the human species. Granted, not all humans were bad, just like how not all wolves were bad, but you don't see werewolves taking little humans hostage although they had five-times the strength of the average sized man.

Her ears twitched with a sound. Sounds and sights were everywhere; rabbits and raccoons, rain drops bouncing off the trees and leaves, cars mulling around in the distance, chatter from a nearby family having a homely dinner. One that her family should've been having at this very minute. More tears dripped down her cheeks and she hastily wiped them away. No more tears! She was stronger than this, and all this weeping was closing up her throat and swelling her eyes.