Morgan

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Thanks for reading my story. It's my first book, so there'll be mistakes, but I'll fix them if you point them out.

The first few chapters will be Morgan's backstory, as it's very important for understanding her.

Enjoy!

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Morgan

I stared out of the grimy bus window, my eyes following lonely raindrops as they trickled down the glass.

My faded reflection glared back, dirty blonde hair in a messy side plait, too-pale skin and a blank expression. I looked like a ghost. The only thing that made me feel alive were my stormy grey eyes. They held so much emotion. Anger, betrayal, loss, sadness. And hope.

I refocused on the landscape whirling past outside. The city at night was stunning. Lamp posts dotted sporadically illuminated paved streets and closed shopfronts. I could hear shouting, and music pulsing somewhere in the distance. An occasional siren echoed in the alleyways. But the city was alive, and it made me feel good.

A small smile crept onto my lips. All these millions of people, completely unaware they were living their lives among werewolves. It was crazy really. They had their books about us, but for some reason we were often made out to be like savages, living in small camps with barely any running water and no fast food. I shivered. I could not survive without McDonald's. But the truth is werewolves have developed just as much as humans, and are everywhere in the modern world. We stay hidden, because if the humans discovered us, they would probably try to kill us, and then we would be forced to eradicate their species. Which would be a nuisance. And sad, of course.

I wondered whose territory we were driving through. I doubted it was unclaimed. Most cities had at least three packs within them. Any clashes were blamed on gangs by the humans. It's not like we fought much as wolves nowadays. Claws and teeth aren't good against a pistol. To be honest, we only really shifted to go for a run or to hunt for fun.

A flash of red caught my eye. A small child, maybe seven, was clinging onto her parent as they headed home. I remembered when I was that age, before everything changed.

7 Years Old

I stumbled through the trees, panting. The monster was close. It was going to catch me soon. I spun round a tree and crouched behind it, holding my breath. Crunching footsteps reached my enhanced ears. I felt my pulse quicken, my heart beating twice as fast as normal. Then a shape leapt on me and I squealed.

'Got you Mor! You're the monster now!' Danny declared gleefully.

I shoved him off and stood up, brushing off the dirt. 'How did you find me so quick?'

He grinned. 'Alpha's ears', he said proudly, turning to show them off to me. 'Dad says I'm going to be the best hunter this pack has ever seen.'

I rolled my eyes, sulking. 'Okay, but I'm quicker than you.'

'No you're not. Anyway, that won't help you find the prey though, will it?'

Before we could continue arguing, we heard a voice echoing through the trees.

'Daniel! Morgan! It's time to come in!' It was Luna Ivy, Daniel's mum.

We looked at each other, knowing what we were going to do.

'Three...two...one...' I began, ready to sprint.

'GO!' Danny finished, and we both sped off, heading for Luna Ivy's voice.

I reached her first, and dropped on to the grass, out of breath. Danny was a few seconds behind me. Even though he was a year older than me, I could outrun him. My mum, Ria, said it's in my genes, because she used to be a rogue and was very strong.