She doesn't want to get caught and she doesn't want to live in a pack again. But life ain't fair and she experiences some bad things.
What's does life have in store for this lone wolf? Well you'll have to read to find out.
As the weeks went by, our dear Scar got stronger and stronger. Her leg healed in an awkward position, but she could walk without much of a visible limp.
After the whole waking from the dead ordeal, she fled the dead pack's territory. Scavenging off of half rotten carcasses to survive.
This isn't how an alpha's mate should live, but having no memories will do that to you.
Scar's Pov.
Rotten meat. I'm sick of eatin rotten meat. I need to hunt down something. I don't care if it's a measly bird, I just need non-rotten meat.
I put my nose to the ground and take a deep breath. All the earthy smells flood my nose, but it only takes a second to pick out my potential prey.
I easily track the scent across the vast forest, after many twists and turns I can finally hear the creature breathing nearby.
Now I slowly stalk forward, preparing to kill the creature swiftly.
I crawl forward, my stomach scraping the ground. Once I see fur I pounce.
I'm automatically met with a growl and snapping jaws. "Back off!"
I leap back. It's a wolf, I just tried to make a wolf my next meal. I'm an idiot.
The Wolf's Pov.
I glare at the female, did she seriously just try to make me her dinner?
Eying her up, I notice her stomach. She just had pups recently from the looks of it.
She should have a pack to hunt for her, she shouldn't be hunting on her own.
"Where's your pack?" I ask her. "Pack? I have no pack!" She says with confidence. Why she would be confident about that I have no clue.
As I stare at her, I notice that she's standing as tall as she can. Is she trying to intimidate me?
She reminds me of a she wolf I once knew, she rejected me, so I killed her. Long live the alpha. Hahahaha!
"Where are your pups?" "Pups? I don't have pups." She says with confusion. How can she not have pups, it's very obvious that she just some recently.
"Are you sure? You're body says otherwise." Her eyes widen at my words. "I would've remembered if I had pups." She replies as I stare at her.
"And I know I'm good lookin, but you don't need to stare." She says sarcastically before sending me a wink.
"I wouldn't dream of it." I say with a sarcastic laugh. "Besides, you're probably gonna stare at my muscles all the time." I grin before flexing for her.
Wait, I'm flirting! I haven't done this, since, I killed the wolf who rejected me.
"What muscles?" She laughs. "Ouch, that hurts." I smile at her.
I think I've found the wolf of my dreams. She's sarcastic and beautiful, and if I'm lucky she'll be a skilled fighter.
"So beautiful, what's your name?" It's gotta be as beautiful as she is. "I don't remember, I kinda lost all of my memories." She says nervously, she tall stance goes to a small one. As if she's trying to hide herself from me.
"Well then we will have to come up with a new name for you." Naming things is easy, you should hear all the horrible names I have for my brother.
Narrator speaking here!
Scar sat down and watched the male think. She didn't know him for very long, but she felt like she could trust him. So she lowered her guard down.
The male mimicked her, and sat down. His eyes met hers, and stared into them longingly.
He could see his whole future right there in her eyes. Wait, her eyes looked familiar. She smelt familiar too.
'This can't be Scar. I killed her. But she smells like Scar, and looks the same as her. It must be Scar, some stupid healer must have healed her. But why she has no memory is a mystery.' The male realizes.
Scar continues to stare at the male. He sure was a sight for sore eyes. "I'm Ripper by the way." His words break her from her staring trance.
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(I don't think I've described how Ripper looks, so we're gonna say he looks like this.)
"That's a cool name. Probably strikes fear into the hearts of your enemies." She laughs with a goofy smile.
His cold heart melts at her words. He really did love her, even after she rejected him. He never would try to kill her again, even if he had reasons to do so.
That nasty thing known as Ripper's heart wouldn't allow such a thing to happen to the beautiful Scar.
"Have you came up with a name yet?" She asks him sweetly. "How about Lightning?"
Scar's Flashback.
A little pup nuzzled her stomach, searching for food. "My little Lightning, you look like a handsomer version of me." She smiles at her baby.
"And you Oakly look like a handsomer version of your father." She whispers to her oldest son.
"I love you my babies." She coos before licking their little heads.
End of Flashback.
"No not Lightning, that was my sons name. I just remembered it." She smiles weakly. The motherly love spreading it's hold across her heart.
'I can't let her memories come back, if they come back I'm dead.' Ripper thinks with worry.
He should be worried too, Scar can easily kick his traitorous ass!
Scar watches him with curiosity, this Ripper fellow seemed familiar. But she couldn't place it.
"How about Tornado?" He finally ask her. "Tornado, I like it." She says with a devious smirk.
