The Broken Werewolf

Sigh.

Okay.

I'm Catalina Jane Smith.

I belonged to pack, Dark Moon Pack, that was attacked by a group of rogues. But unlike what we prepared for, they were stronger and faster than what we expected. They were hybrids.

I watched as our Alpha fought them filthy animals together with our Luna. They both look calm but I can sense every fear and pain. I look around me and watch all the fights and snapping of necks.

I have no idea what to do.

Then suddenly I felt pain. I looked down on my right and see a red wolf trying to remove my leg.

In a sec, he stopped and looked at me with wary eyes. I showed no emotion to everything. I looked around me again and took a good look at everything. My mind is not working. I have nothing to do. I looked at the red wolf again. Dead.

I walked out of the field with no emotion. I let every rogue bit me. Knowing I wouldn't be affected by their bites. I walked out while everyone is fighting. I'm a coward. I walked out while everyone needed me. I feel like I'm dead too. But I am not yet. I'm only broken.