A Darker Moon

I've never run after a rabbit so fast in my entire life, but that's because none have truly felt as if they'd be the opportunity of my last meal. My stomach had been grumbling and aching at the pain of starvation for a good few days now, my futile attempts to catch my prey only got worse as I got hungrier.

I hadn't realised how far Id ran after the thing, I was never one to lose track of my surroundings but obviously, a more primal part of me had awakened in the dire need for food, my survival.

I watched the small white snow hare leap into a bush as I slowed to a pace. I could feel it in my stomach the nearing of a pack's border and the closer I stalked the worse the feeling got, especially for a long time rogue as myself.

I stood at the imaginary line only a wolf could feel and eyed the bush, it was only a few feet into the territory, but this rabbit could mean my life, as could crossing a pack border. In which I was in no rush to find out whos it belonged to.
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Evangaline Woods an 18-year-old girl who's been a rogue since she was 7, 11 years without a pack, and she'd never struggled on her own as much as she did in winter when food was scarce and the days were short. Crossing the border meant almost immediate death for a rogue, but as did 6 days with no food, and she couldn't bargain her way out of hunger.