The Run To Quinn

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And yet, I still quickly grabbed my clothes in my teeth and sprinted off towards my cabin, fear and adrenaline pumping through my legs like blood.

I was ready to be in my bed, safe from the night and what lied beyond it. Who said werewolves didn't get scared?

I got to my door and shifted quickly to open it. I went inside my living room and slammed on the light, illuminating an empty cabin.

I caught my breath and grabbed my robe from the ledge of the couch, wrapping it around myself.

I locked the door and sat on the couch, collecting my breath. Even for me that was fast, and because I was a small wolf I was quick. It even inspired my nickname, Quick Quinn.

Someone paddled into the room and I jumped, but relaxed when I realized it was only my roommate. "Ah, Mags. You scared me."

"What the hell are you making so much noise for?" She snapped, her eyes adjusting to the light.

Maggie was my roommate and my best friend. She was a short girl with pixie cut black hair, blonde highlights that brought out her hazel eyes. She had dark skin and a fashion sense that made you wonder whether she was just brave or genius. I decided on the latter.

"I thought... I felt like... I don't know Mags. I'm sorry. I just got spooked, my wolf is on edge." I gave up trying to find an excuse, it was worthless.

Maggie closed her eyes. "Well if your wolf is spooked then something bad is happening." She paused to shiver. "Goodnight." She turned back down the hallway that led to two bedrooms and a bathroom.

I looked around the living room, all our friendship pictures and family photos decorated the brown lodge walls. Old style torches next to hung on metal plates. We never lit those up though. Who's bright idea was it to put those in a log cabin?

The house itself wasn't very big at all, but none of the houses were except the Pack house.

You walked into the front door and from the entrance you could see the living room, the dining room, and half the kitchen. The bathroom was the size of a large closet, just enough room to place all our stuff.

Our rooms felt more like the dorms we saw in the college movies, small and cluttered.

I laid on the futon, staring at the A-Frame ceiling for a while before my eyes felt too heavy to carry.

I slid my feet off the couch and trudged to my room, my wolf still pacing. She was relentless. Something was out there and she was so sure of it, sure enough that she didn't even want to sleep.

I laid in my bed, looking through the window in my room to the outdoors.

Did I even want to find my mate right now? Was now a good time? They weren't questions a normal girl asked themselves but I didn't care.

What would he look like? Or she? Would they be mean or dumb? Cute or a little on the off side. Did it even matter? Now those were questions everyone asked.

I closed my eyes, trying to get my wolf to calm down. She wouldn't. Something was out there as she wanted to catch it. Before it caught her. I grew up with pack who had strong beliefs in "attack now, apologize later." Where in fight or flight, it was always fight.

A breeze blew by, the tree by my window scratched the glass. I groaned, turning onto my stomach and smacking the pillow angrily.

I just wanted to sleep but the covers were too itchy, my robe was too hot, nature was too loud. The moon was too bright, it wasn't late enough, and there wasn't the right humidity.