You are mine

Chapter 1:Crossing the line

A/N:Okay so hi there everybody.It's my first time writing about werewolves and all so please be good to me... I'm really new about this stuff so if ever I get anything wrong please feel free to correct me.That's all.Thanks! 

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Chapter 1

Diana's POV

I woke up with the sunlight beaming on my face.Please tell me I didn't oversleep.

But th eheat of the sun at it's peak answered me.

Of course i did -_-. This is like the 5th time for this week! What the hell is happening to me?

I got up and fixed my things in the small backpack I had.I folded my sleeping bag and arranged the stuffs in my bag for the sleeping bag to fit.

Hearing the birds chirp early in the morning, I couldn't help but smile.Yeah, Today is another blissful day. The firecamp I set last night was now burned down so I cleaned it up before washing my face down the lake.

Not far from here stood a small town. Hmm.... if I get lucky I might just sneak in and settle for a week,find myself a job before going on the run again.That is if I get the timing right and not run into patrolling wolves.

*sigh* If only life isn't this hard.Being a rouge is just---- unfair! I mean... All we wanted was a free life where no one would control us. I don't see any harm passing by a wolf teritory for a night or week.But no.Other rouges just had to make life a living hell for us.They take money and do the dirty deeds from their employee.Now if you ever pass by and cross the boundary of one pack you would have your head ripped of even before you could say the word "Damn".

I picked myself up and slid my bag  to my shoulder.If only my whole family hadn't die that day I wouldn't be living in this lifestyle.

I miss my dad,my mom,my little sister and my big brother.I still remember that night.The night my whole pack was killed.

"Run!Take you sisters with you before they get here."My mom said fixing everything we might need.

I was only 11 years old then and my brother was just 18,my little sister was 9 and at this young age we were forced to grow up 2 years early by facing the reality.

I remember how mom kissed all of us in our forehead telling us how much they love us.How I heard my pack's howl as they fight off the rouges for us to escape,How my dad hugged all of us before he left the room to fight with his people.I remembered how my big brother dragged us out of the pack house where we grew up in.

We escaped that night and when we tried to go back to our past pack house everything was just- a disaster. Wolves dead,children,women not one survived which means my dad and mom too.I choke back a sob as my little sister cry in grief holding on to mom hoping she would wake up and tell us it's all a prank but no.We all know what happened that night and no one will ever forget.

The Black moon pack was annihilated and no one survived the attack.

We were too preoccupied over our own griefs that neither of us noticed a group of wolves enter the house.

But then I heard a snap of a wood and found the group surrounding us.I remember how my brother's eyes darken as he automatically shifted to his wolf form launching for their neck.I remember how my little sister screamed when a wolf tried to go for her but most off all I remember how my bones cracked, my dress shattered and my canines grew as I feel the power run through my veins,the power i've never felt before.Anger surged through me and I jumped at the wolf who tried to hurt my sister.