The rare red wolf

My life is like every other teenage girls life. They went to school had friends and a boyfriend, school work, home work, family problems and school drama but I was different. I was the only one of my kind; I was the rare red wolf. The red wolf could only be a she wolf and with the red fur came the power of fire. I was hated by all of the girls in every school I went to and don't get me started about the boys and their lust. Because of my red fur when I was in my human form I had red hair and a fiery temper. I have always been the most beautiful girl in the school for two reasons, one I was a werewolf and two, I was the rare red she wolf. I have been hunted by many, some rogues, some alphas and some hunters but because I move from place to place I have never been in one place long enough to be found. In each town I move to I pray that my mate is not there or that is what I think, my wolf on the other hand keeps saying once I found my mate I will be safe. I knew that any male that knew who I am would use my power and I can't stand people who use me. When my pack was distorted by a group of alphas who found out I the rare red wolf was born they wanted my power and mother, father and my whole pack fought for my safety. I made a vowed that day when I was 13 years old to run, never to look back and never let anyone use me for anything. Every secant that day I have never been in one place longer than a year jumping from pack to pack. Hiding my red hair under a wig just so that no one would see, changing my name, my eye color and making up stories on why I was alone and where I was from. I am the rare red wolf and this is my story.