The Alpha Of The Highlands Is My Mate

Chapter 1

Werewolf pt 1

I can't stay here anymore. I won't stay here anymore. I'm going rouge and nobody can stop me.

I sit awake in my bedroom waiting for Don to fall asleep. For his breaths to become even. Don is my father but he isn't. He stopped being my father the day my mother left. He stopped being my father the day he lifted his hand to me. He isn't my father. My father was a happy man who loved me, who would never hurt me. This monster looks and acts like him yet is a different person all together.

I had packed my bag the day before filled it with essential things. Cloths, hairbrush, scent masker, etc. I grabbed the bag in my hand when I hear Don's breathing steady. Sliding on my combat boots I hurry down the stairs leaving light footsteps behind me. I rush over to the kitchen grabbing Don's wallet an extracting all the money. £286 that should work until I find someplace safe.

Running out the house I gently close the door hoping he doesn't wake. The moon is full and the stars are awake, brightening the sky like a thousand fireflies. I take a moment to absorb the beauty before shifting into my wolf and sprinting out into the forest my jaw holding onto my bag. My wolf is white with black ears, paws and a black diamond shape going to my tail.

When we change our outer cloths rip but the under clothes shift with us they were specially designed to do that. Women have to wear a tank top and shorts under their clothes and men only have to wear shorts these class as underwear.

I stop just before I cross the border. Should I do this. Will it be better if I stay? No. I'm going.

I stand on my hind paws and pounce over the border landing successfully.

This is it. I'm free.

3 days later. (A/N btw this story Is set I'm the UK)

I've been running for three days now only stopping for food, sleep and the toilet. And I'm finally here. Scotland this is where all the new rouges go. There is also three packs here but most migrated closer to England fighting each other for territories. If I go to the highlands there are less rouges but the most powerful pack in Britain's territory is up there. There is less rouges so less chance of being murdered and more of surviving. So I'll go there. Who knows maybe just maybe I might find my mate.

A/N yay new story!!! So the name of this character is still anonymous. An anonymous girl with an abusive father. Never good...t