My Crappy Blood-line [Completed]

Part 3

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I changed some things in the last chapter, so if you have already read it, go back and re-read the end. August 21st.

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*Flashback*

Abbigail's POV:

"Alpha! Pssh, Abbigail!" I awoke to the whispers of one of our pack prophets, Mesenah, the same prophet who told me of my fate.

My lazy eyes slowly opened to reveal the sky at its darkest. "What?" I ask Mesenah, who was comfortably seated on the edge of my tent.

We were in the middle of scouting our western boarder. It was the closest boarder to the Dark Mountains pack. We were in dangerous territory.

"You must listen carefully," she warns. I look unhappily at her. Whatever the hell it is that she has to say is not going to be pleasant. "The Dark Mountains pack is coming to attack..."

"What?!" I burn with anger as I finally wake up. Mesenah holds up a hand to silence me. She better be goddamn happy that she can get away with that, or I would have ripped her to shreds by now.

"They are coming to attack because they want you," Mesenah says. I let her words soak in before she begins again. "They do not know that your abilities are very weak at the moment, and they think of you as a threat."

It's true. I'm weak so far because I haven't explored my abilities yet.

So, we'll just rip them to shreds anyways.

"No," Mesenah sighs. God, I fucking hate it when she reads my thoughts. Only Mesenah, only her. She was like my god-mother. "Your pack will not be able to take down their force considering they have linked with a neighboring pack for the time being."

Shit.

"What then?" I ask.

She looks at me mournfully, and this must be the news I know she doens't want to repeat. "You must give yourself up to your surroundings, going rouge."

I feel my heart slip. Going rouge means one thing. Breaking the ties away from your pack and tribe and going it all alone. I try to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. I feel myself choke.

"I'm so sorry," Mesenah gasps as she holds me in her arms. "They will kill every last person in the pride if only to stop you...you have to disappear for awhile."

"Well, I'll tell the guys," I sob. "That way they won't be heartbroken." Once I break off the ties that connect me to my pack and family, I will die. I will die from the loneliness. I will die from starvation without the efficient pack to hunt with. No matter what, I will die. They have to know that I do it all for good reason.

"No," Mesenah commands a bit too harshly. "I'm sorry, but in order for the other packs to think the threat is really gone, you have to make your pack believe it too."

Now that there just broke my heart. I tried to hold myself together, but I felt every thread of myself suddenly untangle. I hadn't been that strong to begin with--now I was just a mess. A knotted up, fucked up mess. I had to betray my pack and tribe. I had to leave my pride to save my pride. I was doing the one thing I suppose I was born to do. Die.

"Listen," Mesenah cried. "Once you go rouge, you will not die. You will begin to expand your abilities without knowing it, and you will become a very powerful werewolf."

I look up into her eyes. They sparkle with tears. I've never seen Mesenah cry. Not ever, and it scares me. She takes in a ragged breath and cups my cheek with her hand. I lean into it as the fresh tears start up again.