Werewolf

  The early hours of light hasn't even begun to shine outside and you could practically smell the tension. Almost everyone was already up and busying themselves with some sort of job or task. I could smell the beginnings of the packs dinner for tonight already behind prepared that would not be served until at least another dozen hours or more. The girls were gossiping as they cooked, worrying if the alpha would like the meals they have made. I could hear the maids, or in other words, omegas, going through each room and cleaning them to make them more presentable. The men were outside training, trying to show off who was the best warrior, preparing to show off to their leader and head trainer. Their snarls and barks echoed through the chilly morning air, breaking the normal silence I heard every other morning.

  

      I, myself, was still locked up in my room panicking. I was curled up

  Malia's POV

  

      I knew I had to start heading back when I heard the purr of a car engine approaching from a few miles away. You could practically hear how expensive it was just from the noises coming from the car. I knew it had to be him, the infamous Alpha everyone was fussing over. There was nothing around this areas for miles, no one would have the need to come back here. I would know, I've spent that last week scavenging and trying to memorize the territory.

  

      I looked to the west, the direction the car was coming from. The talk mountains stood in the distance, almost taunting me to run to them. All I had to do was run. I could escape the pack and the Alpha's rein. No one was around, no one was here to stop me. I could have freedom, all I had to do was be more carful next time, to not get caught. I didn't. I didn't but I could've. I headed back east, instead of head

  Malia's POV

  

      I ran through the terrain that was unfamiliar to me. My tongue still still taste the sweet blood of a small deer I feasted on. I jumped over the fallen cedar tree and started to follow the small stream that lead me back to the pack house. It was strange. I've never had freedom from someone else, I was always ordered around by others. Caspian allowed me to do as I pleased. I still didn't trust him. I haven't said anything to anyone except him , the one thing I asked him in the infirmary. I finally healed a few days ago and I spent my time running the pack's territory and avoiding everyone at all cost. It was quite difficult though; avoiding everyone. The pack seemed to enjoy gossiping and hanging out in the pack house, where my room was. It made it extremely difficult sneaking in and out of my room. I felt uncomfortable here. It was like everyone stared at me and I stool out. I didn't belong here.

  

      The pack house came into my sight and I trotted over to the tree I laid my clothes by. Well, they weren't my clothes, they were Blaire's. I shifted back, feeling the unpleasant but not unbearable, ache in my bones. I quickly slipped on the Jean shorts and shirt and made my way back into the huge mansion.

  

      I opened the front door and was assaulted with the mouth watering smells of the pack dinner being made. I didn't eat their food, I hunted for myself. I have survived this long without anyone's help and I don't depend on anyone for anything. I was doing just fine on my own. The smells got stronger as I walked past the kitchen, making me almost drool. The only time I could have a home cooked meal was when my father decided to buy little to nothing at the store, instead of drugs and alcohol. I had to cook for the both of us, if her didn't like it, then I was in deep shit for a few hours. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate as I panicked, I felt trapped. I was about to run to the staircase and the stairs, to the safety of my room. There, I could hide behind a locked door and try to drown out my memories. The sound of glass hitting the floor and shattering broke my thoughts. I turned around quickly, now facing the opening of the kitchen. (Kitchen is above)

  

      "Eek!" A high, shilled voice squealed out. She had her back to me but twisted around to face me. She was pinching her nose between her her pointer finger and thumb in a over dramatic way. I wanted to laugh at her childish acts. "Who let a rouge in?!"She curled her face up in disgust. She had bright blonde hair and her blue eyes were brought out by her dark lashes. Her facial features seemed to be accented by a coating of makeup she wore. Her clothing, although a bit revealing, truly showed how confident she was in herself. (AN, if you look the the comments, you will see a lot of discussions about slut-shaming and it's true. I did write very foul things about this character that I no longer condone. I was an immature 12-14 year old write who thought that it was okay and it's not. I'm now 18 and have grown to learn that what I said was disgusting. If you see anymore slut- shaming in this book, please point it out. I've asked before and know there is probably more but it's no acceptable so I need to know.)

  

      She looked me up and down and and scrunched her face further, making crease lines in her foundation. I rolled my eyes at her and leaned against the arched opening. I'm not particularly scared of females. I still have my guard up and don't trust them but in only scared of males.

  

      She dropped her hand from her nose and screeched again. I almost wanted to cover my ears. "Oh, I can't wait for Alpha to get back tomorrow, I'll make him dispose of you the moment he steps back on this territory." I could feel my face fill with confusion, trying to mask my fear. That's why they are acting nice to me, because Alpha is gone."Oh Sweety, " her voice pierced my sensitive ears as she tried to sugar coat her voice in a sickeningly sweet way, making her voice raise an octave. "The only reason why he is out there is because he is looking for his mate. He can't find her and the moment he wakes up and realizes that he can't, he'll come running to me with open arms because he knows I'm the perfect mate for him." Ah, I get it now, a bitch who wants the Alpha title for riches and power.She sneered at me and started to walk awkwardly over towards me in her hot pink stilettos. Even with her four inch heels I was still taller than her. She had to slightly look up at me to try and get in my face. I felt my face itching to smirk at her trying to intimidate me. "And I won't let some filthy mutt get in my way! Understand?" I covered a fake yawn and turned away from her, walking back towards the stairs. I heard her stomp her foot and walk the other direction, screeching at someone to clean up her broken glass. I made my way up to my room and locked the door. I felt the hot tears of terror roll down my face, letting out the fears of the Alpha arriving back home.

The early hours of light hasn't even begun to shine outside and you could practically smell the tension. Almost everyone was already up and busying themselves with some sort of job or task. I could smell the beginnings of the packs dinner for tonight already behind prepared that would not be served until at least another dozen hours or more. The girls were gossiping as they cooked, worrying if the alpha would like the meals they have made. I could hear the maids, or in other words, omegas, going through each room and cleaning them to make them more presentable. The men were outside training, trying to show off who was the best warrior, preparing to show off to their leader and head trainer. Their snarls and barks echoed through the chilly morning air, breaking the normal silence I heard every other morning.
  
      I, myself, was still locked up in my room panicking. I was curled up in a ball in the corner of the tool. With my head between my knees. The reminisce or my nightmare s

Chapter 7