The Lone Wolf - The Lost Female Alpha

umans were too scared to come here but I enjoyed the isolation - the only sounds the birds in the trees and the earth humming beneath my feet. I wasn't like the girls in the town

I could trust. She raised me until she died last year - her last words being"Never let them see your eyes silver under the moonlight. Never

he fear - sweat on the buck from fifty yards. It was a sweet, metallic tang that made my canines ache with a pressure I couldn't explain. My aunt always told me I was

whelming surge of guilt swamped my senses. I turned and pulled a handful of berries from a near

rinted off, deep into the woods as I gave chase, my heart pounding against my ribs, the excitement deafening, my se

h my bare hands. I fought the static screaming in my skull - a hungry, jagged noise - and forced my focus onto the buck as I let go, my arrow cutting through the thick air like a blade. Thwack. The arrow hit it's target and the deer fell to the ground. I approached and stroked his

r than other girls . I looked up at the sky, the sun was beginning to set and the bruised purple hues cast long shadows over the d

ain had distorted into copper and burnt sage. Then I saw it. A thick trail of dark blood leading straight towards my cabin. I looked around, the feeling of being watc

ront porch there was a man. He was slumped against the door, badly injured. Inst

es didn't just change; they ignited, glowing with the terrifying brilliance of blue magnesium fire. His shoulder was wou

is head, whimpering almost submissively. Suddenly he grabbed me by the wrist, his blue glowing eyes locked on mine, fille

ow did this stranger