The Silver Moon Alpha's Mate

NEW STORY!! ^_^ Awesome, huh? So, I got caught up in the werewolf thing, BUT I promise not to make it awful by going all Twilight on it. Give it a chance? Please? o.o

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My name is Jasmine Winters, and I am a rogue.

You might ask yourself, “How did she become a rogue?”

Well, let me tell you.

I was eleven when I first became a werewolf, and yes, they exist. You see, most of the werewolf children turn at around the age of thirteen, fourteen maybe. But I turned on my eleventh birthday, causing my mother to have a heart attack, literally.

And from then on, my father took care of me. But, he was a drunk; an abusive drunk. He practically drowned himself in liquor. And one day, his liver stopped working and he died as well. So, I went to live with my aunt.

But, it turns out she got killed the day before I got there.

So now, I’m running across the United States: state to state. Right now, I’m in Arkansas. I’ve been here for about two days. So far, I’ve avoided seven different packs, all of them wanting me dead, with the one at the top of the list being the Silver Moon Pack.

I ran across that pack a week ago. The people that I came into contact with were nobodies from the pack, but they alerted their Alpha of the rogue running around anyway (probably kiss asses). I managed to avoid their ambushes and traps for seven and a half days, and I was tired from only sleeping one or two hours.

I got up from where I was hiding (I was sitting in a corner at the end of an alleyway) and went to the mouth of the alley. The street was deserted. There was a small line of shops and bakeries across the street. I wanted to go in there, but I would risk another trap.

Did I have money? Yes, yes I did. I took my father’s debit card after he drank himself dead. The combined money from my savings, his savings, mother’s savings, and my aunt’s savings added up to quite a lot. And I’m talking about 7 or more zeros before the decimal.

I pulled my hood up, partly because I didn’t want to be recognized and partly because it was freezing. Out of all the packs that were hunting me, none of them had a picture. They all had to go by memory and hope that they caught the right person.

I walked down the street, breathing in the tasty aroma of the treats. I avoided them though. As I passed the mouth of another alley, I heard shouting. I took off running, turning random corners and running across the streets. I heard pursuit. I had to get to the woods, where I could shift into my pure silver colored wolf.

My inner wolf was itching to turn around and show them who was boss. But I ignored her . . . for now. As I found the edge of woods, I started stripping as I ran. I kept the clothes in one hand as I pulled my black hair down from a ponytail with the other. I stopped, shifted, and picked up my clothes in my mouth. I took off, even faster than before, and ran until night fall.

By then, I was hungry. I stopped at the edge of another town, shifted down and clothed myself. I looked left and right before I walked into a small food joint. I saw four guys sitting in a booth near the back. As I entered, their heads snapped up and they all glared at me. Two were boys, and the other two were men in their fifties. They were werewolves. I could smell it on them.

I turned on my heel and fled the diner, running as fast as I could. It was around midnight by the time I got to a bench in the park. I laid down on it and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

I woke up the next morning, still on the bench. I got a coffee from a small coffee shop and left, sipping the scalding drink as I walked.

After a few minutes, I heard footsteps behind me. I quickened my pace and went to a nearby park. From there, I quickly climbed a tree, hopping gracefully from branch to branch without so much of a shake from the trees.