He ruled the werewolf community yet he was a mere 24 in human years, His lack of a mate caused him to be cold hearted, mean and ruthless.
She was everybody's dream girl, with her luscious blonde flowing hair and unique eyes, everyone wanted her, bu...
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'whoever i'm mated to better be ready to be treated like absolute gold. i have so much love that i have been waiting to give, it's ridiculous.'
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(Tye-tus)
A growl escapes my lips as I plunge my head forward, throwing the sickly looking wolf back, It's back hitting a tree causing a yelp to escape its mouth. I snarl at the stupid creature that dare to cross me. I rush towards the wounded beast, clamping It's neck in my jaws before pulling, a satisfying snap is heard as It's body goes limp.
I drop the most likely disease ridden mutt, before shifting back to my human form, the cold breeze brushes against my naked figure as my bones crack back in to shape before I pick up my grey sweats and white sneakers that I left here last time, I sigh as I bring one of the cigarettes I had previously placed in the pocket to my lips, before turning back to the dumb rogue his once fur clad body is now fair skin,
He looks old, maybe fifty? Matted grey hair falls down his back and a prominent beer belly is laid against the forest floor, blood coats his fair skin and I almost feel bad, keyword, almost. The monster was discovered after he tried to take a young girl from my pack, most likely to satisfy his needs. He deserves worse than what he got. A smell catches my attention, almost covered by the smoke from the cigarette in my hand, but as quickly as I smelt it, it was gone.
I blow the puff of smoke into the air as I turn back towards my pack, feeling the need to walk, I decide against shifting, despite my wolfs constant pleas. My mind instantly finds the girl of my dreams, not that I know what she looks like. I can just imagine a shadowed figure as she cares for my pack, I don't want to make assumptions on her appearance, if i even find her, she's most likely dead.
My wolf growls at the thought and I have to admit, I feel the immense pain of accepting those words but It's true. Most Wolves find their mate on their eighteenth birthday, yet I have searched and come up blank, I cried in my mamma's arms the night of my birthday, I couldn't believe the moon goddess would forget about me, but I never stopped trying until recently, the longer I stay unmated the more I slip, the more control my wolf gains, if my wolf gains full control, all havoc will break loose.
