Post by Ashley on Jul 24, 2006 20:23:16 GMT -5
I woke up when the sun rose. I was scared. I woke up in a forest of sorts, not a single item of clothing on, and I couldn't remember anything in the half sleep state.
Something that was pressed against my back shifted in my panic, and the memories of last night came flooding back. The hunt, the feast, the thrill of the last night of the full moon. Grinning, I focused on my pack, most who were still sleeping. The comfort of them being so close to me and each other chased away the slight awkwardness I felt of being so bare.
I managed to pull myself out of the dog pile. Everyone hated waking up alone, not knowing where or who they were, so we trained the wolves to fall asleep in one place. It wasn't hard, it just meant more pack time for them.
We also made it an unspoken law that no one could leave until everyone was awake. i wanted to go get some clothes, but all of them would frown upon it and think that I was more worried about myself than my pack.
This was so not true.
My pack was my family. I would die for them. I was sure they would do the same for me. Walking around the outside of the dog pile, I looked to the trees. It was my grandmother's ranch, with nearly five hundred acre's of land. The neighbors had moved away, mostly from fear of getting bitten, so we had more room to bound. The perfect sanctuary for a werewolf.
We also had the best security in the land. No humans or vampires could get in without my permission.
My mind drifted back to when I was human, and I would ride through these very trees on a four wheelers. I loved nature back then as well. That was before everything went wrong.
"Tara!" I snapped out of my revere as my second in command got my attention. "Are you ok? You seem kinda... off." I gave him a grin. "I'm fine. Just having weird memories." He nodded in understanding. My eyes scanned over him as we spoke. His jet black hair was a mess and hung loosely about his eyes, which almost hid the dark chocolate brown color they were. He was at least 6 foot 4, he had the tan of a surfer, and an athletic build. To bad Amy had got him first.
"I'm surprised George. Normally your the last one awake." He shrugged. "What's for breakfast?" I couldn't help but laugh "You just ate like an hour ago." "So?" He retorted. "A growing boy had to eat." "If you grew any more, you would explode
Something that was pressed against my back shifted in my panic, and the memories of last night came flooding back. The hunt, the feast, the thrill of the last night of the full moon. Grinning, I focused on my pack, most who were still sleeping. The comfort of them being so close to me and each other chased away the slight awkwardness I felt of being so bare.
I managed to pull myself out of the dog pile. Everyone hated waking up alone, not knowing where or who they were, so we trained the wolves to fall asleep in one place. It wasn't hard, it just meant more pack time for them.
We also made it an unspoken law that no one could leave until everyone was awake. i wanted to go get some clothes, but all of them would frown upon it and think that I was more worried about myself than my pack.
This was so not true.
My pack was my family. I would die for them. I was sure they would do the same for me. Walking around the outside of the dog pile, I looked to the trees. It was my grandmother's ranch, with nearly five hundred acre's of land. The neighbors had moved away, mostly from fear of getting bitten, so we had more room to bound. The perfect sanctuary for a werewolf.
We also had the best security in the land. No humans or vampires could get in without my permission.
My mind drifted back to when I was human, and I would ride through these very trees on a four wheelers. I loved nature back then as well. That was before everything went wrong.
"Tara!" I snapped out of my revere as my second in command got my attention. "Are you ok? You seem kinda... off." I gave him a grin. "I'm fine. Just having weird memories." He nodded in understanding. My eyes scanned over him as we spoke. His jet black hair was a mess and hung loosely about his eyes, which almost hid the dark chocolate brown color they were. He was at least 6 foot 4, he had the tan of a surfer, and an athletic build. To bad Amy had got him first.
"I'm surprised George. Normally your the last one awake." He shrugged. "What's for breakfast?" I couldn't help but laugh "You just ate like an hour ago." "So?" He retorted. "A growing boy had to eat." "If you grew any more, you would explode
