Elena is the badass alpha of the Waterwar pack, the strongest pack in America. But since her past, she has being closed off, metal barriers surrounded her heart. No one has ever seen her wolf and some say she is the great black wolf, daughter of the...
I take in the cool outside air. One of my favorite things to do was run. Besides drawing, dancing, singing and photography. So yeah, I have a lot of hobbies. I had stopped drawing after my mom die. And after, I killed my dad dancing had become a weakness. So I became a runner, a fighter, a racer. Singing and photography just slipped away. Sometimes, I do find myself slipping back into my old ways. And singing and dancing when a good song comes on. Or when I see a good view I pull out my camera. Whenever I'm boring, during high school classes, I find myself drawing.
I race into the pack house and up the stairs to my room. After changing in a crop top sweater and sweat pant before heading over to Marke's room.
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(A/N Elena's outfit)
I knock quickly waiting for Marke to let me in. Marke slowly opens door. And at the sight of me, he glares.
"Go change." He says.
"Nope" I answer popping the p. He glares then shrugs and lets me pass. I raise an eyebrow, "We're going to collect all your stuff and stuff your pack requested".
He nods, "Just us?" He asks. I shake my head.
"No, Lilley, Zara, and their mates will be traveling in the car" I respond.
"Why aren't we."
I shrug. "I don't really like cars, they make me sick. I would rather run." He looks shocked.
"You can keep up with cars?!"
"Well, yeah, can't you?" Marke's eyes widen, he shakes his head no. I shrug. "Well, then I'll just pull a cart and we'll all run.
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(A/N Chart that Elena pulls.)
I undercover the pull cart, and drag it out of the barn.
