15 and rouge with two pups
~ 3 Years earlier~ "RUN!! ELIZA! ELIZA RUN!" My father screamed at me, I watched as the rouges attack are pack. The pack that one day I was supposed to lead. The pack I grew up in. My Beautiful pack. I shifted and ran threw the woods. Blocking the screams, they were all going to die and I know I should help, but I have other priorities. After running for four hours I stop and lay beneath a tree panting, I look down at my stomach, my pups were in there. My baby's. My two little angels, because of them I ran. It's my job to protect them, that is what I did. They were coming soon I could feel it. I was due a week ago and they Haven't came yet, I guess I should go find somewhere to shelter. And steal some clothes. I ran away from the town clothes hanging from my mouth, I stole them from a women's washing line. Sad I know. I quickly shifted and changed into the outfit, it was big on me but really I was glad for the warmth. I curl up under a tree and close my eyes, and then I feel it. The wetness between my legs, and the sudden cramp filling my body. My water just broke. I Eliza wood, 13 years of age. Am about to give birth to two baby's, alone, in the woods. Oh how fun.