He was my wolf I was his lamb #Watys2016

" You're so stupid! You don't deserve to be a pureblood you filthy traitor!" She shouted into my face. I don't even understand what I did except not be lying and evil, like all Slytherins. All of the sudden, I watched as she pulled her arm back, soon smashing it into my nose. I flew back, I knew she had broken it, as it cracked loudly, blood shooting out as I fell. I sat there on the ground, and heard as she laughed at what she had done. I listened as her footsteps retreated back to the common room. I slowly moved over to the corner, wishing that she hadn't picked up my dropped wand. I brought my knees up, trying to hurry and calm myself before heading toward the hospital wing. I then heard shuffling. I looked up, scared I would see her again. But it wasn't my attacker, instead it was someone who everyone thought was a cruel and devious person. "Are you okay?" Draco asked.

They call them enforcers-They are the ones that come in and clean up when laws have been broken. They are the most feared and strongest of us. They were the ones who couldn't live peacefully in the packs so they decided to make use of them. Soliditary wolves with alpha personalities. I am not like them. I'm worse. I'm a considered a rogue. Something that must be hunted down an exterminated. I'm not a bad person and I've never hurt anyone in my life but my wolf, I can't control her when I shift. We saw something when we were young. My whole pack was slaughter before our eyes and now my wolf is like a wounded animal she lashes out at times unable to tell between friend and foes. A uncontrollable wolf is dangerous in a pack. That is why I chose to live as a rogue, hiding from the werewolf committee and their laws. Luckily I've learned to blend in very well but when I end up in the wrong place at the wrong time my peaceful life quickly comes to an end. Now I'm the prisoner of the enforcers who should have killed me. Why haven't they killed me? Well because by some cruel trick my mate turned out to be their leader. Now I'm stuck with someone who isn't sure if he should kill me or if he should take me to his bed. Don't I get a say in any of this? How could this possibly get any worse... Cover by @PANANABELS