You flicked your eyes over towards the Cullens and glared. You always have and always will hold a grudge toward them. One of your closest pack members (Quil) had been killed due to the fight we had against the newborns and you still hadn't gotten over it.
Edward and Emmett looked down as Rosalie just glared. You flinched when Jasper had held his hands on your shoulders.
"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't wish bad things upon my family 24/7" he smirked causing you to roll your eyes. Jasper. You tried to despise him as much you did the rest of the family, but you couldn't.
He claimed you were in love with him which only gave you more reason to hate him. But was he wrong? You didn't know yet.
"Yeah? Well I'd appreciate it if your family wouldn't get mine killed" you said standing up from your seat and looking him in the eye.
"But things don't always go our way, do they?" you asked shoving your book into your bag and throwing it over your shoulder.
You always stayed after school to study since you never really listened during the lessons. You didn't know why they were here this time.
"Excuse me" you muttered pushing past him and walked away from the bench table. You flared your nostrils, taking your bag and stuffing it into the little cubbyhole you found outside of the building.
You then turned around walking towards the woods. Your mind trailed to the thought of Quil. Your brother not through blood but through the pack.
Your lip started to quiver as the memory of Quil being crushed by the one and only Victoria. The yelp that he released replayed through your head.
You ran through the woods, pain filling your veins as you quickly phased. Your little human body was now replaced by a giant white wolf. Your whimper's echoing through the empty woods.
You continued to run until you came face to face with the rock that you and Quil used to sit at whenever you were mad at the pack or just Sam.
You growled at the rock throwing yourself at it, your head hitting the rock hard. You continued to cry as you clawed at the giant rock, growling and crying. It was cracked and bits had crumbled off and gone flying.
"That's enough" a low voice spoke as you turned and saw the long haired boy with golden eyes. Your mind filling with anger as you started to blame him for the reason of Quil's death.
You growled walking towards him but he just held his hand out in front of your face. "I know, I know" he tried to shush you but all you could think of was killing him and avenging your brother.
"What do you think I felt when Alice died?" He held his hand still as you stopped and looked him in the eye. You hadn't realised but he had experienced the same thing you had, and you found a sense of comfort in his eyes.
He came closer, running his ice cold hand against your fur. "I know" he mumbled as you closed your eyes allowing him to brush his fingers through your fur.
You then turned your attention to the snap of sticks behind you. You saw Sam, Jared and Paul approaching slowly, while the rest of the pack followed behind.
Paul and Jared coming to your sides as Sam intrrupted you and Jasper. The 3 in charge growled lowly at Jasper causing him to back away slowly.
"I don't mean any harm" he mumbled looking at you. Sam turned back and stared at you, indicating for you to leave.
You gave Jasper and apologetic look as he glared at the rest of your pack.
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