The Last One

"Run Jezabelle!" My father shouted. I was frozen. I couldn't move. I stared at the bloody mess that was once my mother, tears falling down my cheeks. I looked up at the wolf that murdered my mother. He lunged at me, but I was shoved away. I hit the cold ground and ran into the bushes, and watched my brother and father get ripped to pieces. I am Jezebelle Parker. I witnessed something that I would never wish upon my worst enemy. I was only twelve at the time. My pack rejected me afterwards and I went rogue. I was alone when I shifted for the first time, which is a good thing, because I am the last white wolf to ever exist. ©2013 Forbidden_Angel720. All Rights Reserved