Author: KML92 PM
a boy finds Maddi a werewolf injured and close to death. he thinks she's just a dog and takes her in and nurses her back to health. what happens when he finds out what she is Will Maddi get revenge on the ones who hurt her? R&R plz!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 33 - Words: 51,235 - Reviews: 84 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 05-08-12 - Published: 03-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3009377
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Sometimes life sucks. Sometimes life sucks so bad, you wish you were dead. I, at this moment, wish I was already dead. My name is Madeline Harwick and I am a werewolf. Unfortunately, I'm not just a werewolf. I am a stray werewolf. This is a stigma of death for any werewolf because it means you don't belong to anyone. You don't have a pack which means you're expendable. It also means you're fair game for any pack that dislikes you for any reason.
Lucky me, a certain pack hates me because I accidentally strayed onto their territory. I was running around by myself, you know, doing wolfy things; chasing animals, smelling unexplored territory. By the time I caught the scent of another werewolf, it was too late.
Now, I'm in wolf form standing before six strange werewolves. All of them are bigger than me, stronger than me, and faster than me.
You see, I was changed into a werewolf two years ago by some dog…or so I thought it was a dog. Obviously, it was a werewolf with nothing better to do that terrorize young girls walking around by herself. Anyway, he bit me and I turned into a werewolf. I only learned how to change back and forth from human to wolf. Other than that, I'm completely and utterly clueless. Since there was never anyone to teach me, I didn't teach myself. I just spend my days alone either as a person or as a wolf.
It's not like it matters anyway. I'm always alone. I don't have any family, and I don't have any friends. I guess in a weird way, I'm happy that I stumbled into this pack. They can put me out of my misery. I just hope they do it quickly. I don't really like pain. Then again, who does? A sicko I suppose.
I stand before these wolves and meet their glares evenly. Though I am much smaller, I don't want them to think I am terrified of them, though I am. I stand my ground and stare them down. WHAT? NOT GONNA TRY TO RUN LITTLE RUNT? One of them asks in my head. That's one thing werewolves are notoriously known for, is being able to talk to one another through mind reading. There are a lot of rumors that say only packs can communicate telepathically. That doesn't matter. We can communicate with any werewolf telepathically. Just not humans.
WHY BOTHER? YOU ALREADY KNOW YOU'RE FASTER AND STRONGER THAN ME. HOW ABOUT YOU JUST KILL ME AND GO ON YOUR WAY? I retort angrily. The six wolves before me growl menacingly at my snotty remark.
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK WE'RE GOING TO KILL YOU RUNT? The one that spoke to me earlier inquires.
I DON'T KNOW. IT COULD BE THE WAY YOU'RE ALL STANDING AROUND ME LIKE VULTURES, OR TALKING IN GROWLS. IT'S JUST A HINCH THOUGH. I say sarcastically. I watch them as they move carefully and with calculation. They are creepy. Every single one of them is black as oil with mangy knots in their fur. It's disgusting. My fur is much prettier than theirs.
It's dark brown and long and shiny. It's a lot like my human hair, except my human hair is curly, while my wolf fur is straight. The wolves in front of me move closer and I notice that their eyes are pitch black like their fur. It's a very creepy effect. My eyes are green. Not the ugly green either. It's the pretty emerald green.
The wolves move closer and I close my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come. As expected, it does. All six of them launch at me at the same time. They fall upon me harshly. I feel the pain searing through me as six pairs of teeth and twenty four paws with razor sharp claws tear through my flesh.
I whimper in pain as they tear at me and scratch at me. THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO TALK BACK BITCH. One of them says.
WISHING YOU WERE DEAD YET?
WE'RE GONNA MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD.
STRAY WOLVES HAVE NO BUSINESS LIVING.
They continue to tear my flesh until I feel blood running down my body. I know it's my blood. Little black spots dance before my eyes. They continue to get bigger and bigger until my whole world goes black.
A/N: For those of you reading my other story Petals of a Wild Rose, I haven't ended it. It's just on hiatus for now while I explore this story idea. Hope you like it.