The myth of the werewolf. Of werewolves in general.
A man that becomes a wolf.
Simple.
Well, unless you are a werewolf that is.
Rouges, Packs, Alphas and Omegas, Mates. Lore hidden under years of false treachery.
Werewolf AU, Soulmate AU.
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Wolf forms will be out at the top of every chapter.
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Gilbert's POV One minute I was defending a Freshman from the School Bully. The next minute I was socked in the face and thrown into the back of said bullies truck.
I barely realized I was being brought to the forbidden forest til I was thrown into the edge.
"Ya feeling ballsy German bitch! Why don't you take a stroll in Deadman's Woods!" The Senior yelled, holding a pocket knife in one hand, his fist of the other hand clenched, the knuckles white.
There was a reason it was called Deadman's Woods. Nobody came out when they went in. Rumors of werewolf sightings spread quickly through the small town they lived in, but there was no way to get evidence to prove it wrong. Dogs stayed away, stray cats went straight in. They had even brought wolves to the edge of the forest and all they did was try to run away as fast as they could.
"So, what are you gonna do? Wuss out and get stabbed, or... go into the woods." The teen threatened.
"Let me go. I'm not going into the damn voods. Not for jour entertainment." I stated, starting to walk out of the forest, a trying to get ready to dodge a knife attack.
"You sure?" Was his only reply before a knife was shoved into my gut. Blood spewed from my mouth and the wound. My eyes welled up with uncontrollable tears and I doubled over from the pain. The bully didn't even bother pulling the knife out, and instead grabbed another from his leather jacket, getting ready to strike again.
A second wind, or really adrenaline, racked my body, and I backpedaled a little before "sprinting" away from the teen with the knives. Straight into the damn woods.
I didn't get very far before I tripped and fell to the dirt, but I was far enough that I couldn't see the bully. My eyes were blurred, and my ears rung with shattered sound. I could barely think. All that I knew was that I was lost in a place were people die, and that I couldn't run.
"I thought you were awesome!" A voice said, echoing from were I had come before fading out into the trees.
To think that that's the last thing I'm gonna hear.
After a few minutes the wound went numb. I carefully... very carefully... grabbed the knife and pulled it out, screaming at the sudden pain that engulfed the entire area. I barely realized how much blood had spewed from the wound, but well, it was a pocket knife. Only a centimeter or two in height... I wouldn't die, surely. It would just hurt for God knows how long.
I dragged myself on the dirt canopy carefully to a tree, which I used to support my body weight as I weakly tugged off my shirt. I didn't like the feeling of the bare skin on my back digging into the bark of the tree, but I couldn't argue.
