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OS : Android

Network : Facebook,Audience Network,Instagram

Developer : NovelStart

Publisher : Facebook,Instagram

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Duration : 130

Popularity : 12,799

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Text ：I groaned as I woke up, the sun streaming through the crack in my curtains pulling me from my slumber. Sitting up I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, tucking my dark matted hair behind my ear as I scanned my small apartment. I didn’t have a lot of money and I lived alone, but since I travelled a lot I didn’t need a big place, especially when it would be only me living there.

Looking around I took note of my bedroom, my black sheets thin due to my hotter than normal body heat as they covered the double bed which was pressed against the wall. I didn’t have any photos about, my shelves filled with either books or papers which were littered around the rooms in my place. Getting up I stretched, a yelp falling from my slightly uneven lips as felt my shoulder pop deliciously.

I know you’re wondering who I am, let me explain. My name is Zoe Greenwoods and I am 17 years old and I have lived alone since I got kicked out at the age of 12. I know what you’re thinking, what kind of parents would kick out and make their child homeless at the small age of 12. Mine did but I will explain why later.

As for what I look like I am actually taller than most females my age, my tall form making it able for me to tower over most who got on my wrong side which I admit isn’t hard to do. I have long brunette locks, the colours in my thick curls ranging from pitch black to both light and dark browns with streaks of a bloody red which were entwined in the other coloured strands of my hair. My long hair fell to my mid back, it tumbling down in natural curls when I ran a brush though it. My body was toned perfectly, with the amount of running I did it meant that I was in good shape and excellent fitness. My chest size was also about a C-cup which I was proud of, and while I wasn’t interested in having any relationships I was happy and confident in my body enough to do so when I was ready.

Back to why I got kicked out when I was younger, I know you are more than dying to find out. It’s a shame it’s not a happier story, but what to you expect when it’s about a unwanted child in the family. You see I’m a werewolf, well I prefer shifter but whatever floats your boat. You see I am actually the daughter of an alpha, a very well-known one of our kind unfortunately.

I also have an older sister and a younger brother, ones I haven’t seen in years. You see an alpha should be a male, one that will be able to take charge and lead the pack with their mate at their side. Sexist I know, but it has always been tradition. So you see when my father got my mother pregnant with my sister Stacy they couldn’t help but be disappointed, but due to her being their first they adored and spoiled her rotten. In my view though and I’m sure many others she was a complete, believing herself to be better than everyone else as she held her nose up over just about everyone.

Then my mother got pregnant with me, the family disappointment they used to call me when I still lived with them at the pack house. They hated me from the minute I was born, the fact I was just another female to them meaning they never actually saw me as their daughter, more of a mistake. Because of this I was treated like a slave, by the time I was able to walk I was bruised and beaten to do as I was told. It got worse as I got older, the labour I was given wearing me out enough that I had no friends and barely any positive interaction with others. My sister was the worst, she hated me with everything she had since she was there princess and I was merely an annoyance which took some of the light off her parents.

It was when my brother was born, Matt that things got worse for me but better for the family. I loved my brother and we got on brilliantly, he was the only one I considered family and to this day we still keep in touch by text and phone. I never told him where I was, or where I was going but we were happy. You see when my parents gave birth to him, the boy that would lead the pack and such they finally thought they had the perfectly family. A male to take everything over and a female daughter who could shift, so since I was the defect in the family I was literally one day kicked out when the neighbours weren’t looking.

When I said that they were happy that Stacy could shift I meant just that, a female shifter was extremely rare in the supernatural world and still considered is. Getting the phasing gene has nothing to do with blood, genes and who your parents are as long as at least one of them is a werewolf. Female shifters were more destined then born, it was pure luck on the girls side if she grew up only to find that she had the gene to shift.

No-body knew though that at the young age of 5 I shifted for the first time and not like most did at 16, I was sitting in the woods like I normally did when it happened. I didn’t tell them, I didn’t want to since I had resented them from as far back as I could remember. Not even my brother knew, but while we were in contact which our parents didn’t know about according to him, we didn’t actually know that much about each other and our lives. It was a more call or text to make sure your safe and alive sort of thing.

So when I got kicked out I didn’t scream and I didn’t cry, I left to live out my life as a nomad. My brother stated that my parents had told everyone that I had run away, that they had tried looking for me only to come up short. Bunch of bloody liars, how dare they!

As well as being a very rare female wolf though I was also a pure white one, the only bits of colour on my thick coat were the black tips of my ears, the bottom end of my right paw and the end tip of my tail. I didn’t know if I was the only white wolf, only that they were considered even less common than the normal black or brown wolves.

Getting up I quickly took a shower and ran a brush through my hair, leaving it to air dry as I walked to my draws and pulled out a pair of light blue panties and a bra to hold up my chest. Wondering what to wear for my first day of school I decided on a simple outfit, not wanting to stand out since it’s not like I wanted to go anyway.

It wasn’t just humans who had laws, we wolves did as well. I had heard around that from the other few rouges that I had come across that it was now compulsory to attend the nearest wolf school. I hated it! You see even though barely any females could shift they still had some werewolf DNA, having slightly better senses than a human like speed and such as well as being stronger in addition to being able to heal slightly quicker as well. Not as much as a shifter, but enough that they could produce a male or female shifter with a male mate.

Sighing I felt my brows crease, picking out a royal blue off the shoulder top and a simple pair of black skinny jeans. Adding a pair of converse I didn’t both with any make-up except a little mascara to bring out my emerald eyes and a slash of lip-gloss.

Glancing at the clock my eyes widened when I saw I was late, grabbing my bag of books which I had packed last night I slipped an apple in my bag alone with my phone before locking up, running to the bus stop as I did so.

I had to wait quarter of an hour before it showed, the smell of other rouges immediately filling my senses as I paid for my ticket and got on the bus.

I scanned the faces quickly, seeing more werewolves than I expected all of them male of course. Another thing which was hardly heard of, a female shifter being a nomad. It was incredibly lucky for a male wolf to get a shifter for a mate, it would produce a stronger pup after all and with both my parents being wolves and with the alpha blood in my system it made senses I had better senses, my wolf being bigger as well as the fact I was a lot more powerful than most rouges I had come across. I had made it a mission to stay away from packs and I had succeeded, until this new law came out I thought bitterly.

Ignoring the shocked and stunned looks of the other male shifters I took a seat near the front, slipping in my headphones as I distracted myself with my music. As I closed my eyes, letting the music run through me I thought about how bad this was going to be. It wasn’t a secret that packs hated rouges unless they turned out to be the mate of one of their females, other than that though they were treated as if a constant threat. I couldn’t blame them, I could be completely and utterly vicious in my wolf form, the amount of savage rouges I have come across and had to take down meaning I was a predictor in every way. I could take down multiple opponents with ease, and if we didn’t heal so quickly with the amount of fighting I had done I would have looked like an extra from a horror firm.

I sighed again, finding I have been doing that a lot lately as I could feel and hear the gossiping at the back. They knew I had shifter blood in me, but not that I was a werewolf. You see I had also learnt how to mask my scent, blunting it so I could appear to just be a normal female from a shifter family. It would make things easier; I didn’t want the fuss or whispers that would come with everyone knowing I could shift.

Not realising I could hear all of their conversation since my hearing was as good as theirs they continued to talk about me, not that I cared since it really didn’t bother me as much as it would bother someone else. I generally and honestly didn’t care what they said, knowing I could take them all down swiftly even if I got a few bites and tears by doing so. I had faced worse than the five of them, a lot worse since they was nothing more dangerous than a group of vicious nomads who wanted nothing but blood.

Feeling the bus pull to a stop I opened my eyes and peered outside, seeing the other rouges coming off the buses as the pack who owned the land sneered in their direction. I kept my face blank, noting how all the rouges getting off were all male which really wasn’t a surprize.

It was when I saw a young male rouge get off and immediately lock gazes with a small brunette that I couldn’t help but let my expression soften as I watched them. Their faces both getting a look of pure adoration as they gazed at each other, the male who would no-longer be considered a rouge running towards the female who jumped into his arms. It was the perfect fairy-tale, the pack whooping as congratulations went around.

I knew though that deep down if I ever found my soul-mate, I doubted it would happen so easily as theirs did. I just didn’t have that type of luck on my side, though a girl could hope for her own happily ever after.

I could feel everyone eyes on me as I hopped off the bus last, my wolf humming near the surface encase there was any sign of a threat. I loved being a wolf, having your inner animal constantly humming inside of you making it near impossible to ever feel lonely or unwanted completely. Not to mention the feeling you get when you shift, the feeling of your paws as they thump against the ground with your pace as the wind whips through your wolves coat. It’s exhilarating!

Shaking my head I ignored the shocked and disgusted stares as I headed to the front desk, very aware of a few of the pack members following me carefully. They were trying to be subtle, they were doing a terrible job of it.

As the soft breeze blew my thick locks I felt the wind suddenly drop as I entered the building, running a hand through my windswept hair as I stood in front of the woman who looked to be in her late 20’s as she concentrated on typing away on her computer.

“Excuse me” I said after a few minutes of not getting her attention, her body jumping slightly as she let out a yelp of surprize. I rolled my eyes at her unawareness, fighting a smirk when I felt the two pack mates that were following me move closer but staying out of sight.

“Oh, you scared me” she gasped holding her chest, my wolf-hearing picking up the quick stuttering of her heart as she did so. I smiled, immediately sensing her relaxing. I had to stifle a scoff which wanted to rise from my chest, it was amusing how she felt relaxed in my presence yet I believed I was one of the most deadliest wolves here. I had seen and been involved in so much pain and suffering then should have been possible, it was odd that I wasn’t more messed up.

“Sorry, could I have my schedule please?” I asked, seemingly shocking her that I was a rouge with the rest. I didn’t sense any fear coming off her and it was clear that she thought she was extremely protected with the rest around. I doubt she realised that it would take me seconds to reach out, grab her by the neck and twist my wrist to break her throat before anyone would know what was going on. I cringed at myself, what a depressing thought!

“Name?”

“Zoe Greenwoods” I stated, my expression blank as I heard the nosey students near gasp as they heard it. I rolled my eyes, my father wasn’t the most important alpha out there or even here with the Midnight pack, yet I hated it whenever someone associated me with my so-called family.

“Are you Stacy’s…?” she started to ask before I snapped, cringing when I realised that my father and my so-called family were here as well. It didn’t take a genius to work out that they had somehow formed an alliance with the Midnight pack who owned this territory, and I knew if it wasn’t for the law they would have tried to slaughter every rouge that step foot in this school. It was horrific how quickly packs seemed to judge rouges, thinking of them all as enemies and not just children who hadn’t had as good of a upbringing as they obviously had.

“No, I am not related to that whore” I spat out causing her to cringe away in fear. I quickly shut my eyes, cursing when I realised she must have seen my eyes flash yellow as my wolf rose to the surface. Luckily she would think she imagined it, I mean a female shifter who was a nomad, who would believe such a thing. It was simply seen as impossible due to the female shifters being normally destined to be mated to an alpha or a power wolf, meaning families and packs wanted to keep them around.

“Careful rouge” Ah the followers have made an appearance, lovely. I bit my tongue to hold in a comment, my wolf not liking to be spoken to with such disgust meaning she was dying to get out and teach some respect! Instead I continued to bite my tongue and ignore them completely.

“Are you sure, I mean you have the same last name…” she continued confidently, obviously thinking that with the two powerful pack-members behind me she was safe. I wouldn’t hurt her though, I could smell that her scent was overcome with a males meaning she was mated. I wouldn’t take that from someone, it was just plan cruel to take away somebodies soul-mate and the thought alone made me sick.

“I said no ok, now please may I have my schedule?” I repeated, my voice strained with the effort it was taking me not to lash out before attacking the two boys behind me for invading my personal space. My wolf strangely though didn’t think they were a threat, she was just plain pissed that they spoke to us with such…disgust and disrespect that she wanted to teach them some manners!

“Sure, I would watch your mouth though sweetheart. Remember the law doesn’t state that the pack have to allow you on their territory if you become violent” the woman stated matter-of-factly, her eyes filled with warning causing me to have to again bite my tongue. My wolf couldn’t do threats, the woman was lucky to be alive I thought bitterly as I took subtle but calming breaths to prevent me from phrasing in front of everyone here. I did not need the questions and hassle that it would bring me in the long run.

Opening my eyes having closed them to control the yellow tinge I knew had been visible I took the folder before flicking through it, taking note that none of my classes had anything to do with phasing since no-one knew I was actually capable. I wanted to keep it that was for as long as possible.

Quickly making my way to my first class which happened to be wolf history believe it or not I entered the room only to find it empty, well other than the rouge at the front who didn’t bother to look up as I came in. Deciding to take a seat at the back left hand corner next to the large open window I took a seat, my music still playing just softly enough for me to hear as I took out my books. Once I did so I slumped back into my chair, gazing out the window I blanked everything out while watching the small birdbath in the gardens outside, a number of small birds bathing in the water as it stood in the sun.

It wasn’t long until I felt my wolf stirring, knowing others were entering the class. It was when I felt a pull in my chest I started to pay attention, me being a female meant I would feel the mating pull before my mate did. I smiled softly, finally realising that my mate was in the same room with me and I couldn’t wait to meet him. That was my first thought anyway until my heart started to painfully break when I heard him talk with his mates, it clearly being about me as I sat slumped and huddled on my own in the corner.

“Uh what is that smell guys?” one of them started, obviously looking in my direction as I kept my gaze focused on the few birds which had decided to bathe today under the rays of the sun.

“Probably that rouge, filthy things”

“She looks hot though, for a nomad” ah, that was my soul-mate, my imprint, my mate as he talked about me unaware that I could hear every word that passed his lips. While they would be less than hushed whispers to any other female in the room including the teacher, with me being a female shifter and such I could hear just as clearly as a male would.

“Dude I can’t believe you said that, you would seriously bang a rouge?” another one of his friends asked, his tone holding a whole new level of disgust. I suddenly found myself listening, knowing whatever he said was going to break my heart but needing to hear the husky tone of his voice again, even if it would be causing me pain.

“Don’t make me sick, though can you smell that guys?” he asked, the pure revulsion in his voice at the thought of touching me making me bit my lip to keep in a sob. I never cried, but then again I had never been rejected so quickly and easily by my apparent soul-mate either.

“What? The rouge?”

“No, I don’t think so” Uh…god his voice! It was a shame he was so repulsed by my mere presence, my eyes misting over as I realised along with my wolf that I was in fact going to be tossed aside by the person who was meant to love me completely and unconditionally.

“Want to upset the rouge, you know see what it takes to make her snap?” god, I was really beginning to hate this guy. Why couldn’t they pick on the one sitting in front? I snorted internally, knowing why since if they provoked a shifter and they retaliated it could cause a lot of problems at the school and for the pack. I doubted they realised it was just what they were doing to me, though if they bit I was going to bite back and I would start with this idiot.

“Sure” oh he sounded incredible, my wolf purring and howling as his smell intensified as they moved over a table so they were nearer to me.

My inner melt down though was interrupted when a number of paper balls were thrown in my direction, the teacher letting it occur making me come to the conclusion that one of them was the alpha of the pack…just great! Just what I needed it thought bitterly.

I ignored them, I ignored the curses they sent my way. I didn’t react when they insulted me, trying to pick a weak stop with their comments as they continued to throw things my way without a second thought to how I might be taking it. I blacked it out, much like how I dealt with most of my feelings that weren’t anger.

“Why won’t she do anything?” his husky voice stated, my wolf purring as I heard it. If it wasn’t for the fact he was blatantly breaking both our hearts I would have probably jumped him already, his smell….his voice, just yum! But no, it didn’t bother me what his pack mates threw my way, I could deal with that. But every insult, every dig at my apparent faults felt like a knife ripping through my heart each time the hurtful words fell out of his mouth.

I never knew whether I had wanted a mate or not, but the thought that someone was out there that would love you, protect you and adore you with everything they had made me melt inside and crave for it. But now I knew he was so close, of how similar he seemed to be with my disowned parents I couldn’t help but feel as if I had lost my happily-ever-after since it was now the last thing I wanted.

I inhaled sharply and quickly threw my teeth as I felt a bucket of water suddenly chucked over my head, the freezing water running down my hair and face as it soaked my clothes making me relieved that I had chosen dark clothes to wear today.

The class laughed which didn’t surprize me, the rouge upfront had apparently got in good with a few people so didn’t seem offended with their words as they threw them at me. The teacher again ignored everything, my teeth gritting when I heard her laughing at my expense. What sort of person does that?

I could feel the little make-up I had worn running down my face as I closed my eyes to take deep breaths to control my wolf. I bit my tongue hard enough to cause it to bleed, hearing my so-called mate breath in sharply as I did so. I knew he could sense my blood, his wolf raging since he had already seen his mate in me. He ignored it though, continuing to laugh at my expense though it seemed less real and more forced as he did so. It was his next comment though that would stick with me, the one which caused the vicious wolf in me to whimper back as his voice sliced straight through my heart causing me to grip the table as I tried to get over the pain until I blocked it out, completely leaving me feeling dead inside.

“Aw, is the little rouge wet? Why don’t you just go, no-one is ever going to want you, I mean who would? Look at you! I pity the fool who gets a skank with a face and body like yours as a mate, imagine waking up to that every day of your life?” he laughed with the class, though I could tell it was missing any emotion, like he had forced himself to do so. That didn’t resister to me though, I had to get out of there!

I sighed getting up, quickly putting my damp books in my bag as my chair scrapped back with the force of my move. I let my damp and now matted hair hang down my cheeks as I headed towards the door, aware that the room had gone silent as I did so.

I put my hands in my pockets, walking towards the exit of the room as I did so. I paused though, letting my watery eyes meet the deep hazel coloured ones of my mates as I felt him tense as he started at me, his wolf rising with the urge not to mark and claim his mate as his eyes tinted yellow.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I asked bitterly, letting all the heartbreak and pain he had caused me leak into my words. I could tell it hit home, his face crumbling in a painful expression as he flinched away from my gaze, his pack-mate still looking at him curiously as I walked out the room. As if I wanted a mate anyway…

You would have jumped him the second you realised if he hadn’t basically just ripped your heart out my wolf commented causing my to laugh bitterly.

Don’t forget he rejected you to darling I stated with a sob, effectively shutting her up as I did so.

And that people was how I ended up leaving my first day of school, both pissed and completely and utterly heartbroken. It was decided, I would stay away and lick my wounds for a few days before returning, damn him if he can scare me away so easily!

《Burning Passion》

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Text ：Being alone is different to feeling alone, completely different actually. You see when you feel alone it is merely an emotion, hell you could be in a room full of people who cared for you and yet you still feel the horrible emotion of loneliness.Being alone is different; being alone is when you have nobody who cares about you, when nobody would miss you if you were gone. That was what I was.

Let me explain. My name is Holly and I am 16 years old. I belong to a pack of werewolves who are known for their skill in both tracking and taking down enemies, though the pack was far from the greatest out there.

It was called the ‘midnight’ pack, it was my personal hell. You see I wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world, far from it actually. I happened to be the only member of the pack who had not only raven black hair but strangely amber coloured eyes; it had nothing to do with my wolf coming through since I was just born with the rare eye colour. I didn’t like it; it was the source of the many jokes which were thrown my way daily after all.

I am deeply tanned like almost all werewolves, the genes which had been passed down to me from my parents being the reason why. The males also tended to be quite toned as well as the females, it was only predictable due to the exercise we used up when exercising and such. I didn’t mind, I was far from being ‘fat’ or ‘chubby’ as so many of them called me, as a matter of fact I was unhealthily thin. Years of starvation and rood rations will do that to a person.

Back to the subject at hand. My height wasn’t the only reason I was called the runt of the pack, you see while I was the daughter of the alpha and should have been treated with respect I wasn’t. I was hated in the pack, the reason unknown since as far back as I could remember I never knew what it was like to be loved. To be honest I wouldn’t have thought it existed if it hadn’t of been for me watching as couples mated over the years, it was both painful and amazing to watch.

I didn’t think I would ever find a mate which was what made it painful. Do you have any idea what it is like to watch everyone around you live their lives in happiness, to find their soul-mate and yet take it for granted. They loved each other yes, but they argued over minor issues, they teased and taunted others who didn’t have the privilege but worse of all them seemed to make it clear to everyone present that they had found there other half. It was both disappointing and sickening to watch how they took advantage of such a blessing.

Anyway I’m getting off track, but to put it both crudely and bluntly my family hated me. Again I didn’t know why, since I was sure I hadn’t done anything to offend them in such a way, but I cannot remember. I was treated worse than a slave, the reason being that it was my pack, my family, my parents who were treating me in such a way and not some random person I was taking orders from.

It wasn’t a secret to the pack how I was treated, but the alpha was my brother and because of this they kept any thoughts on how I was taunted and beaten to themselves. My brother I didn’t believe to be a good alpha, he was far from tactical, far from being good with the pack expenses and finances and extremely lazy when it came both training and his duties. My so-called father was similar, and while I had strangely been apparently gifted in the traits needed to be an alpha I knew from experience not to interfere. You know it is possible for the alpha to stop you breathing without a single touch; an alpha order will do that to you.

You see while everyone hated me, it was my brother that was the main cause behind it. You see I had been gifted with the colour white for my wolf, an extremely rare and prized colour that was the symbol of purity and love. Ironic though isn’t it, my wolf represented love yet I had never felt anything like it. It was a shame, but it was unfortunately the way I had to live my life. He was in charge, and while I could see he was running the pack into the ground it was seemingly oblivious to everyone else. It wouldn’t be long until they had to align themselves to another pack, give over control to another Alpha due to having no other choice. It didn’t bother me; I didn’t have that long left anyway.

It was my health if you were wondering, why I didn’t have long to live. You see I wasn’t ill exactly, I didn’t have a serious illness which was slowly killing me. It was rather the way I was being treated, the constant beatings, the lack of food or sleep, the amount of work which was forced upon me – it all added up in the end. Like I said, I was nothing more than a slave to the pack who was supposed to respect me, love me and to keep me safe, and yet all I could do was suffer as I watched as everything slowly unwrapped around them.

I was 13 when I first noticed the symptoms of my far from healthy lifestyle. I knew it was slowly killing me, but I found it hard to care. Depressing I know, but it is unfortunately the honest truth of how I saw the situation. I was in constant pain, whether it was from the lack of sleep or over exhaustion I didn’t know. The amount of food I barely managed to salvage a few times a week was far from enough to support my high metabolism. You see us wolves ran hotter than most, both the fact that we had an inner wolf in addition to the fact shifting used a lot of calories and energy meant a large and high diet was necessary in our case. I didn’t get nearly enough, even for a human I was reaching the point where I found it impossible to eat more than a few small bites due to my body not being able to take it.

The lack of sleep was also something I knew was serious on its own, not only was it making it near impossible for me to actually walk long distances in a straight line but it was increasing the amount of headaches I was having. Werewolves didn’t normally get ill, due to the high metabolism and such but my diet was far from healthy. I was not only plagued with nightmares, but when I actually managed to drift off I was either violently awoken or I instinctively I thought I was going to be meaning I would jump awake in fright every time I managed to close my eyes and drift off. I hated it, but my sleeping pattern had been the same for years – even if it was gradually getting worse.

I didn’t think the pack realised that it would only be a matter of months until I finally collapsed and didn’t wake up, I doubt I would be missed though. They may have expected me to heal from each beating like a werewolf would normally do, it taking only a few hours, but I didn’t have the strength nor the energy to heal at such a rapid speed. Hell I could barely walk straight, I was constantly shaking whether it was from the lack of warm clothes I had or the fact my nerves were shot. Yep, my life didn’t exactly have a long expectancy.

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It was a Monday morning when I was woken in the usual manner, the all-to-familiar feeling of ice-cold water crashing onto me in a harsh and painful manner. The feel of the icy liquid as it hit the thin sheet that was my bed, instantly soaking the thin material and hitting my body in a sudden rush as the feeling of my skin burning from the shock of the temperature causing me to gasp. I screamed the first few times they had done it, in both shock and pain but now only a gasp fell from my lips due to the fact I expected it.

“Get up!”

I didn’t bother to reply, they pretended not to hear a word that passed my lips anyway so why should I bother? I hadn’t spoken in the past years other than a small word here and there, I wasn’t a mute, I just didn’t have anyone to hear what I wanted to say.

The usual greeting made my head spin, my body still tingling as I painfully and stiffly pulled myself up from my position on the floor, my face screwing up into a painful cringe. I didn’t know why I bothered to keep going, it was clear I had nothing to live for but something was always stopping me from doing so. Every time I had reached for a pair of scissors or sat on the edge of a cliff something was telling me that it wasn’t my time, and foolishly I continued to believe it.

Getting ready didn’t take long, far from it since I didn’t have the energy, time nor care to bother with what I looked like. I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t beautiful and I was far from attractive. I also looked nothing like my parents, it was why they denied I was there daughter whenever neighbouring packs came to visit, it was when I was pushed to a corner and told to stay like an animal, like a pet that had done wrong!

I didn’t realise that this day was going to be the final event that would cause me to snap, that the fine thread I had been so carefully treading on would break and I would wish for death until later that day. It was shocking that it had not come sooner, but life was full of surprises, it was just in my case they were all far from positive things which added to my already miserable and up life.

Sighing I got to work, my outfit consisting of what most would consider rags. It was made up of a ratted shirt which looked as if it had been attacked by a dog and a pair of jogging bottoms which had also seen better days. Unfortunately this was one of my better outfits, it was snowing outside and not only had they taken the heating out of my room but due to everyone being out they hadn’t bothered to keep it on for my sake.

You must be thinking why did I need it? I mean I should be running hot due to my genes shouldn’t I? The simple reason was again all my energy was going into trying to remain sane and healing myself as quickly as possible, even if it took hours to heal a light bruise and weeks to heal a broken bone when it should have taken an hour at the most. So that was why I was shivering in the pack house, my blanket lying flat out on the floor of my room as I hoped it would dry quick enough so I could use it tonight when I slept. It was unlikely, but I couldn’t help but try and stay positive, even if I had nothing to feel happy about.

My chores were basically everyone’s put together, another one of my brothers’ so-called amazing ideas. I had no idea how the pack was going to cope when I was gone; they did nothing for themselves after all. I cooked food for them only to get nothing in return. I cleaned up after them even if I wasn’t my mess. I washed there nice clothes, feeling worthless and cheap as I compared them to my own. Hell, I even have to cut the wood for the fire even though in my weak state my bones were brittle and often left tears running down my cheeks due to my bones shattering lighting in my back, shoulders and arms. It was painful, but compared to the punishment I would get if the job wasn’t done so I had no choice but to suffer through the pain of it.

So you see my life was far from perfect.

It took me the entire day to finish the exceedingly long list which had been left out for me as usual, by the end of it my vision was blurry and I was minutes from passing out due to exhaustion. I was shaking like a leaf, my body stiff and painful with every movement as I leaned against the wall waiting for them to get home from school, the fact I wasn’t allowed to go meaning while I was good with strategies, with tactics and with finances I wasn’t the smartest person in the world. I had never been to school, remembering when my of a mother had told me when I had asked when I was little.

‘School is for people who actually have a chance in life, I am not going to let you waste your life when you could be obeying your brother and doing the chores since it will be the only thing you will ever be good at’

Yep, happy memories! I never liked my mother though; it was shocking that I wasn’t actually more messed up than I was due to being shown no affection or positive attention in my entire life. Again it was sad when you thought about it, but then again you aren’t the one having to live through it day in and day out so consider yourself lucky and grateful for what is right in front of you – a loving family who will do anything to protect you.

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It wasn’t long until everyone arrived back at the pack house after school, my head bowed low as I tried to play myself off as being invisible. It was moments likes these I felt the worse, hearing them laughing and seeing them smile with each other. I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled, hell I can’t even remember if I had ever smiled in my life. The thought made me frown, but the action I quickly regretted when it got me the unwanted attention I had tried to avoid.

“What are you frowning at freak?” my brother sneered as his hand made contact with the back of my head, the force of the action making my head snap forward and my neck to crack slightly under the strain of his hit.

I didn’t reply to his question, my lips firmly shut as I knew the best and safest way to get out of this was to not respond at all. You must be thinking why that didn’t make matters worse, but strangely it didn’t. He liked it when I didn’t respond; I think it gave him a sense of power over me which he craved. He was a bad and useless leader, not to mention both power hungry, lazy and greedy. He may have been only a year older than me, but he acted like a child who couldn’t take no for an answer.

Again I didn’t answer, knowing that all he wanted to hear was the silence. It was kind of amusing if you thought about it deeply enough, that he was content to simply talk to himself when he spoke to me, clearly not wanting me to reply. Like I said, it was sadly amusing.

“Go get dinner, and don’t think about eating anything either your fat enough as it is!” he snapped before shoving me in the direction of the kitchen, my hand reaching out to steady my heavily shaking form as I held onto the door frame for dear life, not wanting to lose my balance and collapse onto the ground. I knew no one would help, like I said I was the runt of the pack, the one that nobody wanted around but heavily depended on to run their lives. It was pathetic, but I didn’t have long left to suffer through it before my health finally caught up with me and I was buried 6ft under.

After making everyone their food, it taking longer than expected due to my shaky hands making it practically impossible to use a knife safely, meaning my hands were raw and bleeding by the end of it. Thankfully I didn’t get any crap for it though, but then again it wasn’t until it was time for me to go to bed, my form of near collapsing that the thin cord I was hanging onto snapped.

The pack seemed to think that it would be funny to ruin the one thing that I cared about, the one thing that brought any kind of happy thoughts into my mind whenever I thought about it. It was my happy place, but the heartless destroyed it without a second thought.

It was a single flower which I had growing in a pot in my room; I had managed to keep it alive for years which was an accomplishment in itself. It was a large white daisy, nothing special but it was mine. I loved flowers, how beautiful and free they were, how they provided the bees with pollen to help them make honey. I thought they were amazing, bringing brightness to my day every time I stared at it when I sat alone in the tiny room which represented my bedroom.

I remembered the first time I saw it when I ran through the woods, sneaking it up to my room as I brushed the petals of the large daisy whenever I was in a particularly bad mood. It was my safe haven you could call it, yet when I saw it smashed on the floor in the centre of the room I knew there was nothing left holding me here.

You may be thinking that it was kind of sad I was reacting like this over a simple flower, not even an elegant one at that. But think about it though, if you had literally nothing apart from the single object which brought you any sense of happiness only to be destroyed, wouldn’t it push you over the edge?

I couldn’t do this anymore; I knew I couldn’t stay here any longer. So....

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Text ：The harshness of the night immediately started having an effect on my already weak and brittle form: my body shaking violently and I knew I wouldn’t make it through the night under these conditions. The snow was inches high, the thin and holey shoes I had on already socked through as I trudged across the already thick and icy snow. I was freezing, but the simple thought that it would all be over soon warmed me more than it should have. I shouldn’t think of such depressing thoughts, but in my constant unloved and tired mood it was hardly surprising was it?

So with that I carefully tied the ratted material to my ankle before crying out as I shifted into my pure white wolf, the only colour on my thick coat being that one of my paws and my right ear was a deep black making me look anything but dangerous.

It unfortunately hurt me as I shifted formed, phasing shouldn’t have been painful for a wolf, but with my poor health and the fact it had been a while since I had been in this form it was expected under the circumstances. The pain I knew wouldn’t fade, I was far too weak to heal but my wolf kept me company even if she was her usual quiet self. Unlike myself she wasn’t broken, though she craved a mate so she had the will to live.

Knowing it was impossible to hope for something so perfect I hobbled through the woods and thick snow, my form unstable as I looked into the distance in front of me through my wolfs eyes. It was so much clearer when I was in this form, everything looking so magical covered in snow. It was the kind of thing you expected to see on a Christmas card, not that I had gotten one before but I had seen one once when the holidays had come around and the pack had celebrated it without me.

So with that I tried to pick up my pace only for the strain to begin to show as I couldn’t help but slow down my already slow pace, the fact I knew I had already passed into another territory meaning at least I knew I would be in for a quick death. I had managed to travel a lot further then I had thought was possible in my state, going through our neighbouring packs before entering into a dangerous and unknown territory. Even knowing that though I didn’t stop nor did I head back the direction I came from, not that it would have been possible due to the fact I had already slowed down to a staggering walk as I continued to drag my paws through the snow as it blended in with my slow like fur.

It wasn’t until I heard the familiar sound of paws crunching through snow at an alarming pace that I knew I didn’t stand a chance against the approaching pack mates, in my state I couldn’t even fight against one let alone the sound of the three wolves who were quickly approaching with aggression in there steps.

Their growls rumbled through the woods as the sound seemed to rattle of the trees surrounding me, clearly intending to instil fear on any which ran through the territory I now knew to be theirs. I suppose I was technically a rogue now, considering I didn’t belong to a pack due to leaving mine but I knew I wouldn’t have to worry much longer. I hoped they would make it quick and relatively painless when they took me down; it wasn’t like I was going to even try and go down with a fight. What was the point? I wanted to die. I wanted it to be over. So no, I would not be fighting back.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” a harsh voice suddenly cut through the air as my ears twitched as they picked up the sound, the low tone of the boys voice for some reason caused my wolf to whimper at how he had spoken to us. It was confusing, why was she whimpering?

Slowly I backed myself towards a tree before I could help myself, my legs suddenly collapsing under me as I tried to get as far away from them as possible. For some reason, the thought alone of whoever the owner of that low and husky voice being the one to end me broke me in a way which had me whimpering. It wasn’t until I caught sight of him though that I was momentarily distracted by his looks, but even so I continued to try and move as far away from him as possible as two others still in wolf form stood behind him growling at me with vicious and dark stares.

He was tall I noticed, the fact he not only had a 8 pack but he practically extruded danger, power and authority meaning whoever this boy was it was clear he was an alpha. He like all werewolves was.He was dressed in a simple pair of shorts, clearly just having phased as his previous cold gaze suddenly turned wide in surprise as he took a cautious step forward causing me to whimper loudly at the sudden movement. What was he doing? I didn’t like it!

“Hey, hey…I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to phase back into your human form” he said soothing, his mood doing a completely 180 as even his pack mates seemed taken aback by his drastic change in attitude. What had just crossed his mind in the second he saw me that made his previous hard gaze soften into something close to…adoration? Hope? Love?

I shook my head, What was wrong with him! I felt myself tremble, the cold finally catching up to my skinny and skeleton like form as I was literally shaking like a leaf as I pressed myself against the bark of the trunk. It was far from comfortable. Which was scaring the hell out of me.

“Look I’m sorry I shouted, but I need you to shift” he repeated; regret crossing his gaze only making me more confused. his which was causing him to look so regretful about? Was he pi-polar? That thought only scared me more.

I continued to as I felt myself thump completely onto the ground, my eyes never leaving the wolves in front of me as I tried in vain to try and get up only for it to be a useless effort. There was no way I could move from where I was, and by the way the alphas eyes widened as he took me in it was clear he was only just taking in my state.

I was surprised he missed how unhealthy my wolf must have looked, my fur matted from the snow and the fact that in my human form my face was pretty much sunken in due to the lack of nutrition in my poor excuse of a diet. Not to mention the fearful and dead look which must have been in my eyes as they sunk into my head slightly due to my bony and brittle form, I looked far from a healthy wolf.

“I’m Adrian sweetheart, alpha of the ‘Jewel pack’” he continued in a soothing tone, my already wide eyes widening even more so as I recognised the name of the pack. It was a very small pack but they were vicious and incredibly talented in tracking, killing and fighting – they made my brothers pack look like nothing more than primary school kids. Numbers didn’t always mean the outcome would favour the side which had more pack members, if the Jewel pack attacked then my brother wouldn’t stand a chance.

I didn’t reply, I simply stared at him with my large amber eyes as my breathing came out in sharp and uneven pants. If I died tonight I thought, at least I’d have what my idea of perfection would be on my mind when the end came. So with that thought everything went black, my body finally giving up on me as my eyes closed, no longer able to keep up with the strain. I would probably be dead meat anyway, I was far from being a threat so I hoped they would end it quickly while I was out, at least I wouldn’t be able to feel it when they ended my life.

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Chapter 5

Adrian's Pov

My pure black paws contrasted vividly against the snow under my feet as I glided through the snow covered forest when the sight of a rouge got past our territory boundaries. It was fair to say I was pissed since the last thing I needed was to have to deal with some idiot who thought crossing over my territory was a good idea. I mean we had gotten ourselves a reputation for being a vicious and dangerous pack, and yet while any sane person who realised where they were would have ran back once they realised it was our land they had trespassed on this one seemed to be making their way across at a slower than casual pace. Were they suicidal?

As I continued to track down the strangely delicious scent of the wolf we were following I could hear both my pack mates behind me, my beta Paul and my sub-beta Ryan. We were a pretty close pack, considering there were barely any of us but we were all trained to perfection. We could take down multiple opponents with a dangerously lack of effort on our part. I was by far the most vicious, but then again I had to be considering I was the alpha.

‘Who do you think it is Adrian?’ Ryan’s thoughts filtered into my head as we continued to follow the incredible scent which seemed to remind me of cherries…I loved cherries.

‘Probably some newbie rouge that needs to be taken care of, we’ll make it quick’I thought back causing them both to nod as they slipped behind me a few paces so we formed a V shape. It was the most effective way to approach when intending to attack to kill, simply because it was safer, easier as well as more efficient in taking care of a threat.

As we approached the rouge I found myself getting more and more furious with the cheek the werewolf who had dared ruined my! My life was far from perfect, hell my parents had died long ago and I had slight anger issues – ok slight was a little more than an understatement. So whoever this person was they were going to regret invading our territory, they should be lucky that I planned to end this quickly and not draw it out like I had done before.

Our growls rumbled through the woods, the viciously animalistic sound should have scared them enough to at least try and run, but shockingly this werewolf was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Not only were they majorly outnumbered but they had managed to piss me off with their presence alone, yep, they were definitely stupid.

Shifting back into my human form I pulled on my shorts hastily, since the wolf hadn’t decided to try and run there was no point in staying in wolf form. Both Ryan and Paul were behind me in case anything happened unexpectedly anyway, so if they made a move to attack I would just give them the go ahead to fight back with the intent to kill. So with that I walked into the snow covered clearing with an annoyed and furious expression on my face, intending to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” I snapped coldly as I walked out, my eyes widening when I took note of the pure white female wolf which I was greeted with. She was clearly startled from my tone as she backed herself as far as was possible against the tree behind her, the whimpering falling from her muzzle making my heart clench for some reason I didn’t understand.

Frowning, I soon found my emerald eyes locked onto her gorgeous amber ones and with that I knew exactly what had happened. The pull in my chest, the delicious scent she seemed to have which was …

I has always both wished for as well as despised the idea of having a mate, a number of reasons behind it. I wished for the closeness, the feeling of love which would surely follow but I also hated how whipped it seemed to make a wolf. Both Ryan and Paul had imprinted and mated for life, it was literally all that was on their minds whenever we were in wolf form after all. You see we could only have a mind link while in wolf form, it was both a blessing and an annoyance that while we were in human form they had the privacy of their thoughts, yet if there was a threat is was an inconvenience they couldn’t communicate.

I has always both wished for as well as the idea of having a mate, a number of reasons behind it. I wished for the closeness, the feeling of love which would surely follow but I also hated how whipped it seemed to make a wolf. Both Ryan and Paul had imprinted and for life, it was literally all that was on their minds whenever we were in wolf form after all. You see we could only have a mind link while in wolf form, it was both a blessing and an annoyance that while we were in human form they had the privacy of their thoughts, yet if there was a threat is was an inconvenience they couldn’t communicate.

I was brought back to the present when my mates whimpers grew louder with the sound of Pauls and Ryan’s growls, my face softening dramatically as I growled lowly in my throat. I made sure not to raise it loud enough for her to hear, I didn’t want to startle her even more since it already pained me to see the look of fear in her eyes.

My pack mates immediately shut up with their growling, but it seemed to do little to calm my mate’s distress as she continued to whimper softly. It broken my heart: knowing that she feared me.

“Hey, hey…I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to phase back into your human form” I said in what I hoped to be a soothing tone, wishing to see the gorgeous girl which was hiding behind that incredible wolf of hers. I could tell she had alpha blood in her system due to her impressive size, she would still look petite compared to my own massive black wolf, but she was larger than the average female. I quickly froze though when her whimpers grew more and more startled when I tried to step closer, my form instantly freezing to the spot. I couldn’t help but gaze at her with adoration and hope, I couldn’t believe I had found my everything and I would not be letting her go any time soon.

“Look I’m sorry I shouted, but I need you to shift” I repeated when she shook her large head, her ears pulling back as they twitched in fear. I didn’t like to see the emotion on her, I wanted to sooth her, tell her it would be alright but I knew I had to be careful with the frightened girl in front of me. She had clearly been through a lot and I couldn’t help but wonder what.

It wasn’t until then that I felt my eyes widening when I took in the state of her wolf in front of me, my heart aching out for her since I knew she must be a hundred times worse in human form. Her fur which should have been thick and glossy was thin and mattered, her wolf incredibly small and fragile and she looked like she had been starved for months. I felt my anger rise as I took in her sunken features, even in her wolf form she looked far from healthy and I knew I needed to get her medical attention as soon as possible. She was MINE and now I had found her I was not letting her go.

My panic only increased when her legs seemed to give away under the little weight she had on her body, a thump vibrating through the woods as she connected heavily with the floor beneath her. I winced: she needed medical help and she needed it now.

“I’m Adrian sweetheart, alpha of the ‘Jewel pack’” I introduced myself, hoping if she knew a little about me she may realise that I was far from a threat to her. She was my life, my mate, my other half – hell I hadn’t even seen her human self yet but I knew I would give up everything for the badly treated girl who laid in front of me on the snow covered ground.

She didn’t reply, her breathing still coming out in harsh, short pants as a fog surrounded her muzzle as her warm breath connected with the nippy air. It was cold and it shouldn’t have bothered her, but she was shaking like a leaf and it was clear she felt it like a human would. What did someone do to my companion! They will pay, even if that is the last thing I do!

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