Rejection(On Hold)

Finally(rewritten)

*Faith's POV*

What did I ever do to him Star?

Alone like always, I sat at the far corner of my ceiling to floor window. My knees drawn to my chest as if that would keep the bone shattering pain at bay

I don't know Faith, but his wolf never objected. Zane blocked Blade out.

Star had explained to me that Jake's wolf was named Blade. Then again, Jake's reasons didn't matter to me, all I felt right now was...numb

There's no other way to explain it when your rejected by the one who was supposed to sweep you away. Void of any real thoughts I gently ran my finger over the burned dent in my skin from when my brother, yes, my dear brother Adam, had literally branded the word 'killer' the length of my forearm. Sadness swept over me at the memory. Star was pissed, I was hurt, and now all I wanted to do was run.

Run Faith, let's rule the Rouge world!

Star piped up. More enthused then I imagined she'd be. I got a giant wicked grin on my face. Or I heard Ash's pack is still okay with you. Star suggested. Ash was my life long friend, the only one who stuck by me. Till he found his mate, Lily, and left the pack.

Then run we shall Star!

She Yipped like a puppy going for its first walk. Stretching as I stood, I released all the the tension in my sore muscles. All my bruises and what not had healed, I heal faster then the others thank the Moon Goddess. Speaking of her, she made a huge mistake on my mate. No joke. "You started a fire Zane, now it's your job to diminish it." I snarled to no one really, but somehow, I knew Zane had heard me. Perhaps through the mate bond, because I felt his sharp stab of confusion and shock. Except I won't be around for him to do so. I popped open my window and looked down. I was near two stories up. By far the smallest pack house I've ever heard of. Snickering I looked around and jumped. Letting my knees cave when I hit the ground so I rolled a good six feet before standing. Dusting a few leaves from my ripped black skinny jeans. I had worn the one outfit I'd saved for today, turns out it was a waste of my time.

Practically bouncing with joy I reached into an old knot in the tree beside me for the one thing I cherished only second to my parents.

My keys!

Keys you ask? You see, I had the freedom to go to school and get a job even if I had less power then a usual Omega. Over the years, and through many hard working shifts. I'd gotten me a badass big ticket item. A motorcycle! Father had long taught me to ride, horses. Motorcycles. Normal bikes. The whole shebang! Never say I had that dad who grounded me for even thinking of going to a party, that was my mother. Happy I jogged deeper into the woods, finding a small dirt road my brother had long forgotten. So there, in all it's sleek black and silver glory, stood my 'baby' Swinging my leg over, I stung the key and turned it. The engine purring to life like the most hypnotic bed time song ever heard, The glossy black paint made the licking silver flames stand out. With speed, my bike actually made the illusion of being a blaze.

I loved it... and what made me happy, made Star happy. An idea weaseled its way into my mind. Imagining the reaction of others made it all the more tempting. Oh Star... I called, drawing out the 'a' I knew she would already know my plan. Do it! She cried. Excitement feeding off her like a river. Oh hell yes! Planning more deeply, I parked my motorcycle just outside the pack lines.

We're a rouge now Star...perfect.

She responded with a growl of relief and sheer freedom. Dismounting I turned the engine off and stood a bit away from it. Closing my eyes I let my other half expand. Next thing I knew, I was on all fours. The scent of rouge settling over me. How can I shift? You see, I shifted at age seven. No one knows, because Star said hide it. I'm a White Heart wolf. Classified as extinct. I was the last one alive, how? I got no clue. Neither mother or father were a WH(white heart) wolf. My paws were more of a silver color before it faded into a snow white like the rest of my pelt. And smack dab in the middle of my ears, was obviously a solid, slightly glowing heart. Except for the thin jagged white line down and straight through its center, it was a whole heart. I was the embodiment of heartbreak, except I remained at least partly alive...