SILVERMIST

I was running, I couldn't stop running, if I stopped to even catch my breath, they would catch me. my heels and legs ache so much begging me to stop. I wanted to, my weak body from years of abuse couldn't keep me going. I couldn't get help from my wolf as she too was so weak she had to stay locked away so I don't loose her. I could feel him breath down my neck but in actual sense he was far behind. they were far behind. I wanted to give up, I wanted to stop and let them catch me and take me back to hell, but when I thought of the pain I would go through another surge of energy passed through me and I ran, and ran and ran not bothering to look back again. To hell with him.

Silvermist is my name, my mother loved the name so much.

Khan, was the name that all other packs feared because of the owner of that name. He killed for fun, raped for leisure and destroyed packs as a game. he loved the hunting game that is what he called it.The hunting game. He needed his mate but fate was not on his side after everything he had done. But he wasn't always like this...