Ashlyns POV
So here I am sitting here thinking all these questions and I'm so confused. Then my wolf makes it worse by contacting me telling me this, and I quote
"Get dressed and leave this hospital. You're going somewhere special." She said
"What? Somewhere special? What do you mean get out of here? How am I gonna get out of here . I'm in bed rest. I can't leave ."I grumbled at her.
Sanders currently Put me on bed rest , And I'm pissed about it.
"Jump out the window and go home. shower. dress and voila, you are ready. " She said
"Ready for what?" I asked .
" How am I supposed to dress? Formal? . Regular.? Dressy.?" I said again.
"The clothes don't matter. Just get out of this hospital."
"How?!. they will hunt me down!!" I said
"They won't. In three minutes sanders will come and Let you go."she answered
" But- "She cut me off
"JUST GET OUT AND GET DRESSED!!" she roared
"DAMN! calm down I'm going I'm going."
And with that our link was closed. I walked out of the bed and took out the IV. I went to the window and unhooked the handle. I slowly slid up the window and jumped on the tree next to me . I almost fell but I grabbed a branch.
When I hit the ground I could hear my hospital room door open. I ran as quick as I could.
Surely I knew It was sanders. when I got home I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I mean, Eric's bedroom .
Then I went into the shower. After my shower I got dressed in blue skinny jeans and A red T-shirt . I can't help it. Red is my favorite color.
After that I sat on my bed and picked up the block that Would open my link.
After that I regretted it. Sanders came in and he sounded REALLY concerned.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!! " he yelled. scratch that. He was not concerned. He sounded angry.
"Calm down and don't you dare raise that tone with me. I will rip your throat out if you ever do that again." I said. I paused. Did I just say that.
"Nope I did " Said Isabel. Sometimes she takes over.
"I'm sorry Luna...You just ran away from me... My wolf felt bad."
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The Lone Wolf
WerewolfI was a Rogue. I was an Outsider. I was running from my mistake, and my thoughts haunted me, the words oozed and they hurt, but I could handle it. What I couldn't handle was the thoughts that reminded me of what I did, the thoughts that picked at my...
