Werewolf Rouge

The Chase

I am an outcast, a loner and more importantly, a rouge. No pack wants me and I am constantly on the run from slavers. I can't remember the last time I was in my human form, it has to have been at least a year. A year since me last run in with them. I don't like to think about it because it gives me nightmares.

My name is Lacey and I just turned 17. My wolfs fur is pure white except for some brown and black speckles on my back and tail. My former pack drove me out because they had never seen a white wolf before and I hasn't taken any of my mother's or father's features, so they didn't think I wana theirs. I have been on my own for three years now and have not had contact with another person or pack for at least seven months.

I don't mind being on my own most of the time, I didn't fit in with my pack anyways so sometimes I think this may be better. I don't know where I am at the moment, I don't really pay attention. I just run, which is stupid because I know there are other packs around here and I need to concentrate.

I pause because I thought I heard a branch snap in from of me. I sniff but cannot catch anything because the wind is blowing away from me. I decode to go around anyways just to be safe. I don't know this part of the forest, so I don't know if this is pack territory or not. I hear a snap again and this time its closer than the last one. I sniff again and smell another wolf...wait no, at please four other wolves. I run and hear footfalls behind me. I know now that I'm being pursued by other wolves. It could just be another pack running me off of their territory and in that case I knew that if I kept running long enough they would stop once I reached their border.

I look back and try to catch a glance of whose chasing me, I see a glint of silver. That's when I know that these are not pack wolves. These are the wolves of my nightmares. These are Slavers. At that point my mind goes into a panic remembering the last time I was caught. I know my chances of out running them are slim, I am just praying that they are not the same ones as last time. I see and hear water to the right and I veer towards it. Too late I realize that this river would kill me faster that these wolves would. I come to a screeching halt at the bank of the river with my front paws in the water. I slowly turn around as I hear the crunch of gravel and stone as they surround me. I flinch back further when a guy walks out of the forest.

I am now on the river with my belly touching the water. I feel the current ripping at my hind legs trying to pull mW further into the water. I stumble forward two steps closer to the bank to keep from being pulled deeper. The guy looks around my age, maybe 19 or so. He has dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. I assume the wolves around him are his and I'm guessing they are about the same age. The guy walks closer and looks at my fur. Than he says the first words I have heard from another person in over seven months "Shift"