Chapter 1
Being a lone male were-cat was a dangerous thing to be in any territory. Especially a massively powerful, young and slightly cocky one at that. This is something that I knew all too well, that's why I was always on the move. Just me and my sleek black motorbike, the road and some kick-ass tunes on my mp3 player. I had been separated from my pack family for about 2 years now, and have never felt the urge to go back, no pangs of homesickness or regrets for leaving. Being on the road is a lonely business I will admit, nothing but the sounds and smells of the road, thousands of faces and names that I will never remember and that general feeling of detachment. Especially after spending the first 20 years or so of my life constantly surrounded by my 5 brothers and sister, both physically and mentally.
My family pack is situated in England, in a relatively large area of the South Downs. Life had been good, but there was something itching at the back of my mind, demanding that I left and started out on my own, to get as far away as possible. It wasn't unusual for young males to break away from their pack to find their own territory, but it was unusual for them to leave the country completely. Like I had done—I saved up enough money for a one-way ticket to America and haven't looked back since. Just upped and left in the middle of the night, I am never good at goodbyes; it's just not my thing.
Currently I am in the deep south of America somewhere in Texas I think, no where special, just miles upon miles of open desert, immense dry heat, and a lot of people with guns wanting to kill anything big and furry like me if they managed to get near enough. I hadn't been planning on shifting whilst in the area, like I said before; a lot of guns and open land does not bode too well for a lone were-cat. However, there was that itch again, really insistent at the back of my head this time causing my muscles to tense up uncomfortably. So much so that I had to stop my bike, turn the engine off and take my black helmet off and rub the back of head to try and get rid of it. It was night, the air was cooler than during the day; the sounds of a rumbling thunder cloud in the distance. The itch calmed down slowly, making me feel less tense and fidgety than before, the muscles along my neck and back relaxing gradually, and I just sat on my bike resting briefly.
A light breeze ruffled through my hair causing it to fall in front of my eyes, I pushed it back out of habit, and I took a slow breath from the gentle breeze. My cat instincts snapped into play sharply, there was a scent on the wind I hadn't been expecting this far out in the middle of no-where. Interesting. It was definitely the scent of a were-cat, and most definitely female. She was not far away, a couple of miles maybe, and as I far as I could tell quite alone. Which was very unusual; female were-cats were never let out of a packs sight, it just wasn't done, in case someone like me came along. I could feel my inner-cat getting excited at this new development; a small smile lilted the corner of my mouth. "This could be fun." I muttered slyly to myself. It had been awhile since I stalked down my last female; she had been too young though, so I left her alone when I finally caught sight of her and moved on. Come on, I might be a horny young male cat, but I am not a paedophile. But a young eligible female were-cat out and about by herself was fair game in my book. With that last thought I got back on my motorbike and headed down the road quickly to the nearest motel.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Alright people-- this is my first story and some constructive critiscism would be very helpful! It might not look that exciting right now, but I do have some ideas in store for our nameless were-cats...
I'm going to see how this does, if it completely crashes and burns I most likely will not continue it and take it back to the drawing board!