Dark Side Of The Moon

*Chapter 1*

*Kimberly's Pov*

Punch, duck. Kick, jump. Every single one of my moves were at lighting speed, looking like a blur to a humans eye.

My forehead was covered in sweat, and my dark brown hair was up in a ponytail. 

My Dad lunged, and I instantly dodged to the side with a smirk, knowing his next move. 

I spun around preparing myself for his signature move.

But, yet again, I was too slow.

I fell to the ground with an "Oof," as the air drained out of my lungs.

"Too slow" my Dad taunted me.

I only growled in response, angered that I had missed that move again, for the hundredth time. I was beyond furious.

He got off me, and held out his rough hand to help me up.

Already knowing this, because, after all, it was the first thing he had taught me, never trust your opponent, I shook my head, and replied back matter-a-factly, "Yeah and get my ass kicked."

My dad laughed, and shook his head. He had dark brown hair like mine, and the same green eyes with gold flecks in the center. 

Yes, I looked more like my dad than my mom.  But, it was fine. I loved my appearance.

We were living in Atlantic City, NJ. I love New Jersey. It was my favorite of all the places we have been to. It just had, well, spunk and crazy people in it. My escape from everything.

I huffed and got to my feet, dusting off the dirt and green grass on my back and bottom. We were standing in a beautiful clearing with a stream running through it and wild flowers on the edges near the tree line. Our house was about three miles South-West from here.

 My dad casually hid behind a tree, probably shifting into his large, strong, dark brown wolf. 

I hid behind a large oak tree and took my red sweats off and also my grey tank top.

 I shifted into my gorgeous wolf. 

My wolf was Black, with a white paw, and a few white stripes along our back.

We were larger and stronger than most wolves, even a few males. Mostly because of the pure alpha blood we had, and the extra training from our dad.

I picked up my clothes, and slithered off in the direction of my dad.

I ran, my feet making a soft 'thump thump' on the leafy forest floor. After a couple hundred feet, I spotted our fathers wolf. 

He nodded his large head, and started leading me towards the house, through dense vegetation.

He was about a head taller than us, and very strong.

After a few minutes of running in silence, we made it to the back of our little two-story shack we were living in.

It wasn't the best place we have stayed in, but it works, and was the only thing we could afford at the moment.

I heard my mom curse under her breath as she cooked. It was my favorite. Lasagna. I ran ahead of my dad, and erupted out of the tree-line. I charged through the back door. My sides brushed against the door frame. I quickly shifted and put on my clothes.

I walked through the small living room which inside had a small leather couch, a flat screen, yes weird for a shack, and a coffee table. I stumbled into the small kitchen, and sunk into the wooden chair at the dinning room table, my muscles screeching in pain. The kitchen was slightly modern, with wooden cabinets and grey counters. Yes, my family was quite the mix and matcher. 

My Mom was in front of the stainless steel oven, pulling out a tray filled with lasagna. I inhaled the sweet smell, and a smile crept up my face.

My Mom, her usually bubbly self, said in a sing song voice, "How was training?" as she cut out a piece of lasagna. I sighed, and shrugged my shoulders in defeat.

I looked up at her to see her smiling down at me, a plate of lasagna in her hands. Her blonde hair was brushed to perfection in a side braid, and her grey eyes were sparkling with her usual amusement.

In other words, she was drop dead gorgeous. 

"It went terrible, again," I sighed eyeing the lasagna in her hand, trying to get her to realize all I wanted was the lasanga. I wanted it so bad,  my mouth was watering.

Come on! It's fresh from the oven!! How could our mother torture us like this?! My wolf cried out. 

For once, I agreed with her.

My mom smiled and devilishly said, " Am I torturing you? Oh I see. You want the lasagna." her body shook as she laughed evilly.

Just than my hero walked in.

"DAD!!" I cried. "You are my hero! She has been torturing me with the lasagna! She wont give me any!"

He stared at my mom, shook his head and told her, "You evil woman. How could you do such a thing? Torturing an innocent little girl. Tsk Tsk. If you don't hand that innocent little girl that lasanga, then you will get it later when we are all alone." he threatened with a wink.

"Eewww!!!! I just threw up in my mouth!!! Just give me the damn lasagna so I can get the hell out of here  before I throw up all over you two!!" I shouted in disgust.

They both laughed in unison,  in a blur I quickly grabbed my plate of lasanga right out of my Moms hands, and dashed up the old wooden stairs into my room. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I sighed and slumped onto my comfy bed.

"Crap." I mumbled. " I forgot a damn fork. No way in hell I'm going back there tho." I sighed.

Suddenly, a thought came to my complex mind.

I'm such a genius.

I picked up the lasagna with my bare hands, and shoved the lasagna into my mouth, smiling triumphantly. Unicorns dashed all over my tongue, and angels came down and sang.

"Mmm" I mumbled around the lasagna. 

I stretched and yawned, deciding I would go for a run before bed.

I went to my dresser and pulled out some blue short shorts, and a bright pink tank top.

I quickly changed and fixed my hair, than on my way out grabbed my favorite pink converse, opened up my bedroom door and jogged down  stairs.

'Mom! Dad! I'm going for a run!" I shouted as I walked toward the back door.

I was greeted by silence. Shivers went up my spine.

I shuddered as I felt someone else near me. Someone else as in, not my parents.

I turned towards the source, shaking, and said, fearing the worst, "Mom? Dad?"

No reply, but a shadow that had moved.

I screamed and ran out the door, running towards the woods. I knew I would be safe there.

My heart started to beat faster as I got closer and closer. 100 feet, 75 feet...

Suddenly, a large, gray wolf stepped out of the woods, right in front of me. 

"Crap" I breathed.

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