INTERTWINED

Chapter One

Charlotte~

I dashed through the woods, the wind whipping at my fur and the forest all around me was a blur of green. It was quite beautiful and I loved it so much that three years living in it couldn't change that.

I sniffed the humid air and the distinctive scents of damp soil, lush foliage and the wolves racing through the trees beside me flooded my nostrils.

But that was all, nothing else. And that was the problem.

It was odd. Normally the occasional scent of prey was bountiful but for some reason, it wasn't and neither has it been for the past months, save for small prey like rodents. That was what we great beasts were reduced to hunting when we could hunt down antelopes and other animals twice our size. Those tiny mammals weren't easy to hunt and even when they were, they didn't last long enough to fill growling stomachs.

I was a werewolf, a creature made of two forms, man and wolf.

You're probably wondering why we couldn't just eat vegetables in our human form. But seriously, that's like feeding a wolf spring onions and expecting it to be satisfied. As much as I liked smelling and admiring plants, as food they didn't appeal to me and I couldn't get the necessary nutrients to get really strong. Strong enough to hunt down and kill my mum's murderer.

My pack members, including my pregnant mother, were murdered three years ago by an infamous rogue pack, their identities currently unknown to me. My best friend, Cody, the son of our Alpha watched as his whole family died before his eyes.

Cody, my dad and I were the only survivors—that we were aware of, at least.

My dad, driven mad with grief and a hunger for revenge, was killed by a different rogue pack a year and a half later leaving Cody and I on our own.

Sometimes I blamed my dad for his impulsiveness and I hated him for leaving us but then I realised that his death was unavoidable. Having the love of your life, your soul mate, die makes you lose the value of your own life.

With a broken heart and newfound loneliness, I'd sworn on the graves of my parents to get revenge on the rogue packs that destroyed my pack and family.

Although, how I was to do that, I wasn't entirely sure.

Cody and I had spent the last six months hunting for information on those wolves but at the moment, we were about to become thieves.

Charlotte, we're nearing the willow. Can you smell it?

Cody spoke to me through our mind link. It's like a mental walkie talkie that let werewolves communicate while we took our wolf forms. No one else could hear our conversations if we don't let them.

He was right; I could smell the old tree easily now as we approached it.

His words made what we were about to do finally sink in. When the wolf in charge announced that we were going to raid a pack, I had thought, 'go on a raid? Puh-lease, how hard could this be? Cody and I had been in a lot of life and death situations before. Stealing from a large, armed and dangerous pack would be nothing!'

But now that we were hours away from becoming criminals and facing imminent death, all I could think was that we were screwed.

Still, what other choice did we have? We'd die of starvation if we didn't eat soon. The animals were leaving the forest and a lot of hungry wolves were leaving with them.

It was surprising how fast some desperate werewolves had deserted the territories they had fought and killed for in search of places where food was bountiful. We'd even met a small pack of three some days ago that were leaving too. They were surprised we were staying seeing as we were so thin.