My Stepbrothers Lust

Amber

“Amber you should be careful, entering another pack’s territory means instant death” Aunt Kelly would always tell me.

After our pack was attacked seven years ago, Aunt Kelly and I have been living as rogues.

My dad was the beta of our pack and he died when I was only five during a war.

My mum and brother protected me while Aunt Kelly and I fled when our pack was raided. They both promised to come look for us when everything was over, but little did I know  that it was the last time I was going to see them.

I crouched, hiding between the grass, while aiming at the rabbit who was chewing on a leaf, without a care in the world.

My stomach grumbled thinking of all the dishes we could make from this.

Living as a lone wolf was difficult, but Aunt Kelly always tried her best to make it adventurous and fun.

We stayed in a small cottage which was exposed to different climates, with less food to eat.

Although sometimes it was hard to keep on living like this but my goal kept me moving, remembering how I lost everything in just a day made me more determined to avenge all the lives that were lost.

My mouth watered as I stared at the rabbit waiting for the perfect time to pounce on it.

Taking little steps forward, I mistakenly stepped on a broken branch.

The rabbit's ears perked up sensing he was in danger, it hopped away, realizing that I was going to lose my lunch, I reacted immediately.

Standing from my crouching position, I chased the rabbit trying not to let it out of sight.

I underestimated my opponent, the little creature was really fast and everytime I decided to catch it, I always seemed to miss.

I kept on running after, chanting the same words in my head to keep me determined.

‘Rabbit stew’

It was as though I had been running for a while, suddenly the rabbit stopped, and without hesitation, I jumped on it bringing my hands forward to hold it.

‘I caught it’

Taking a deep breath, I laid on the moist ground with the rabbit still in my hands, as I tried to catch my breath.

“For making me run after you, I am going to eat you” I said to the rabbit who wriggled in my hands.

Well, I was planning to eat it right from the first time I saw it, you can call it food at first sight.

Laughing at my silly thoughts, I sat up on the grass and suddenly realized where I was.

I was in another pack’s territory.

I quickly got up and hoped they had not sensed that someone had trespassed their territory because I was going to have the punishment of a rogue who trespassed a pack’s territory which was death.

I was about to make a run for it, when a wolf suddenly appeared in front of me.

Shit.. busted….

I turned around and noticed three more wolves were closing in on me.

What a turn of events.

I was just chasing my prey and now I was their prey.

“I am not a threat, how about you just let me go” I smiled at the wolves who had encircled me, but they growled back at me.

The ferocious look in their eyes said it all, they will only let me leave here when I am dead.

“Your stew will have to wait” I said to the little creature, who snorted in response.

Pulling my jacket, I tied the rabbit to my back.

I could not lose the rabbit when I kept on craving for rabbit stew.

I have been training for years because of my goal, my plan was to kill the alpha of the pack who had attacked my pack.

I have been training everyday just to be able to kill an Alpha, and fighting off some wolves would not be hard for me when I have fought many rogues over the years of staying as a lone wolf.

Taking out two knives from my boot, I took a fighting stance.

I have always kept my hunting knife with me, because living in the woods no one knows what might happen.

I know that right now you might be wondering why I don't shift to fight the wolves, but shifting to fight them would be troublesome. Firstly, my dinner is going to flee and secondly, I will have to rip my clothes when I don’t even have much clothes at home to begin with.

Surprisingly, the little rabbit did not wriggle or try to escape, it just stayed still like a behaved kitten, which made me less worried about losing my dinner.