Thalia's room was just as cute and girlie as the rest of her fashionista apartment, with funky colors splashing white walls and white sheets.
i was innocently investigating her room, looking at books, pictures... her diary- whoops? when i heard muffled whisper yells emerging from the living room. i stealthily crossed over to the shut bedroom door and cupped a hand up to assist my already keen hearing.
"you have to tell her Joseph this isn't fair to her!" Thalia hissed
"you think i don't already know that? i wasn't planning on just stumbling across my mate one day, i mean Crystal is probably thinking of ways to torture me for missing our anniversary" his panicked voice filtered through my ears... anniversary? A low growl erupted through my chest, who the hell is crystal?!
"shhh Joseph i would be more worried about your mate if i were you, because you know mate totally beats girlfriend any day!"
"you think i don't know that Jesus Thalia what am i supposed to tell her? i can't just leave her now"
i had heard enough, i'll just make it easy on him, since he can't leave now I will- thats what he wants anyway. my eyes scanned her large room for a window and once i spotted one i lept out into wolf form in record time. effortlessly landing on soft dirt below, i wasn't thinking straight if ran away now, i would be leaving all my money and important things behind. i'd have no job, clothes, or place to stay, but my wolf wanted to go rogue.
so here's a rundown, rogues are awful, filthy, disgraceful, unruly, and practically savage wolfs. the longer your a rogue the less hope you have of ever being civilized again. i mean no, you don't loose you manners or way of life over night, but most wolfs that are desperate enough to go rogue have most likely been through some sort of trauma. enough to snap all ties you have with your pack, your alpha, everyone your care about.
your only hope is to run and avoid all alphas, stay of other territories land, and just pray you live through the night. its an awful way of life for some but most rogue "packs" swear by it. yes i know rogue packs is completely contradictory but they aren't even really packs, sure they live amongst each other and attack packs together but they have no form of leader and that's usually their down fall.
but hey i mean it can't be that bad? and what other choice do i have? sit there while my mate rejects me? i don't think so. i reject him! that's right i reject that sorry excuse for a werewolf, this is me running away from him and leaving him forever and there's nothing anyone could say to make me want to turn back.
"yea unit 229, i've got a large female wolf here. yes. huge sir. white, green eyes. extemely. no sir I'm not even sure it's a wolf this thing is huge. ok. ok. gotcha, yes i'll do my best to keep her here. ok see you soon, bye" i looked into the eyes of a weary man, very nervous looking but what on earth was he talking about? im the only one here... wha- oh shit.
ok no good this is NO GOOD! oh god, run ok run good plan. i backed up a foot or so as he took battle stance pshh as if a scrawny little man is taking on my wolf. i was just about to dart towards him, easily being able to clear him, when a warning growl erupted from behind me, forcing me into an obedient sitting position. Joseph...
"TWO?! ARE YOU SERIOUS??" the man panicked as Josephs huge black wolf strutted towards him, "SIR HELP! no there's two! huge this ones jet black and i can't even handle the girl she was about to pounce me! no i cant do this im leaving! sir- no but- please don't make me. you are? thank god ok just run your almost here then" he quickly hung up and grabbed a tazor from his pocket pointing it at me. my large head tilted to the side and then the ground slipped from me as i felt immense pain in my chest, like a lighting storm in my heart. i could see hazy objects moving before me, i could make out two men the scrawny one and a new large buff man. there was a wolf no- two one smaller but both jet black. oh hey it's Thalia and... Joseph. OH thats right now i remember HE SHOT ME, that little man tazored me in the god damn chest, ah-hell- NAH.
"don't move your hurt" Joseph must've used mind link greeeaat he's in my head now to? lovely.
"don't talk to me, i can do what i wish"
"Amara listen to me!" i slowly moved my head up to see the battle that was going on, Thalia tackling the scrawny one, viciously nipping at his hand as he flailed like a chicken with its head chopped off. And Joseph on top of the muscular man viciously ripping his neck apart as the mans life drained out. ew.
i stood easily because dad used to tell me my wolf healed amazingly fast, which is a plus when your body is covered with bruises. i looked over to Thalia, poor thing was struggling to keep little man down well he asked for it, now let me help.
i bounced up to the man shoving Thalia to the side, i pounced down on his shoulders with my front paws to keep him in place while my head tilted side to side, thinking whether or not i should torture or just kill. hmm...
the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, i had decided to bight his right shoulder, hear me out ok. why should this man die? he didn't want this and i mean it was partially my fault so lets torture him! and i'm doing it the best way i know, make him a werewolf.
it's a full moon tonight so i can turn him easily especially since i have alpha blood in me. and trust me this life style isn't easy, especially the first transformation. i remember mine sadly it hurt like hell all your bones snap and morph into the structure of an animal, all your senses enhance and hit you all at once. it's completely and utterly awful but only the first time, and since he had the nerve to taze me but not hurt me will i was down, i respect this scrawny man.
maybe we can be WBF, wolf best friends, sounds like fun to be his mentor and welcome into this way of life, teach him the ropes. and hey maybe i can start a pack and be the alpha that would be pretty cool if you ask me.
his bloody cries of murder rang through my ears snapping me back to reality as i realized my teeth were still sunken into his shoulder. i released and sat down on him not moving my front paws, while i saw tears roll down his cheeks, last step is to awake his new werewolf blood, by doing the completely cliche wolf howl.
"AHHH make it stop!" the weak man screamed in distress while my long howl faded to an end. his eyes viciously flashed between their normal dull green color and the feral gold that most werewolf's occupied. i was still sitting bemused on his chest - as his body was forced into the painfully long change - thinking of ways to explain to the poor little man that we was now part wolf- without him going into hysterics.
as i felt his chest pump with adrenaline i noticed the sound of bones snapping, which was the tell tale sign to get up. i walced a few paces away and lied down with my head placed tentatively between my paws. he was shrieking and it bewildered me why no one was screaming for him to shut up at this late hour, or even try and help him...
"care to explain how you, a rogue, so effortlessly just turned a human into a werewolf?" Joseph's spectacle voice chimed through my head as he sat down protectively next to me. it dawned on me that we are technically still perfect strangers, how would he know i was destined to take the so esteemed alpha title?
"i bit him." i muttered in a bored tone, practically dripping with sarcasm, i was in no mood to explain my life story to Mr. douche bag over here, while little man was screaming melodramatic cries of murder. jeez Joseph's so inconsiderate.
"wha-whats happening to me!?" little man screamed, his arms producing thick chocolate brown fur, his nails taking the shape of claws, and lastly his body surrendering to the change and morphing into a surprising large wolf.
never would've imagined such a timid man could make out to be such a powerful wolf, well kids this is why you don't judge a book by it's cover.
