My Crappy Blood-line [Completed]

Part 4

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*Flashback*

Abbigail's POV:

It took me several days to finally get up off the ground. My pack had been scouting the boarder. At least they weren't dead. I had pulled myself under the roots of an unearthed tree so that they wouldn't see me. I even hid my scent. I never looked to see them although I could hear them. I knew if I saw their faces again it would just break my heart all over again.

By the time I finally got up and started to walk out of the woods, I was starving. I must have lost a considerable amount of weight. I made it to the road where I walked, following the dirt path to the town not too far away.

I never went back. I never looked back.

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A year passed, and I had grown in muscle. I had killer abs, and un-human upper body strength. My legs were toned, and the jean shorts I wore easily showed off their muscles. I stayed in the woods--an outcast. I ran from other packs and kept low. I traveled all over the US in my wolf form, eating wild deer and animals. I could feel my wolf getting stronger--me getting stronger.

I met up with other rouges once in a while. Of course, being the she-wolf that I am, they always took me for weak. Some of the guys had even tried to take advantage of me--I'm sure that they'd be getting out of the pack hospital any week now--haha.

My senses were better too. I could close my eyes and see everything as if it had some glow to it, but I wasn't even looking. I could train my ears to hear inside of buildings. I listened to human conversations from miles away, but at the same time I had to tune out of one of my other senses, so the hearing thing wasn't that beneficial. The smells that hit my nose were sometimes intoxicating. That was not always a plus side either.

The day finally came that it had been two long years. Two long years without any life inside of me. I was in a gas station bathroom when I felt it. A small tug in my head. I let it pull. Someone or something was trying to break down my mental walls. No. I set them back up--this time adding an extra layer, but I reached out. I felt around in my mind to find who it was.

Chase.

Chase had contacted me. I don't know how, but our links were connected again. I don't even think he realized it. I squealed for joy in the tiny stall, and an older woman gave me a look as I walked out.

"What?" I snapped.

Her eyes got wider, if that was even possible. "Your hair...wasn't it blonde?"

Yes. My hair was blonde. Congratulations. Should I get you an award?

Actually it was more of a white. It was pale blonde ever since I cut the ties. Ever since I let them go and almost died, it had looked lifeless. Just like me. I frowned and went to stand in front of the mirror. I heard a gasp--it was my gasp.

My hair had grown out to my hips over the past two years. It was now that length, but it didn't even look like my hair. It was dark brown! Almost black to be exact. What the hell?! I stepped back to look at it. It had a nice, healthy glow and it might have been an inch or two longer and a bit thicker.

I had gone into the stall with pale, lifeless hair, and now I come out with...this. What had changed? The connection. I had made a connection with Chase. Somehow, I knew that my powers were only beginning to be discovered. It was time to go back. It was finally time to go back...

*End of flashback*

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I end my story with telling them about how awful I felt coming up to the edge of the woods. But then Caleb saw me. He didn't quite recognized me at first, but he had always been my favorite for a reason. He would always forgive me. No matter what. He knew there had been a good reason for me leaving. That's when he had started to look me up and down. I had head-slapped him.