Jossie's Point Of View:
I'm just a wolf-less omega bitch and a fuck-up Cromwell that's descended from a dirty rogue. No wonder my pack and my own mother... think I'm the one that killed my father. But, I didn't... kill my father. I wound never kill him. He was my only friend in this pack. The only one I could relate to. I had no friends... I only had my dad. And, since I only had him... when he was gone I had no one. So, I spend my lonely hours dedicating my life to studies. I graduated early from High School with an outstanding GPA. But, even that never impressed my mother enough.
So,
When it came down to it...
My mother didn't hesitate to accuse me of my father's death. Her hatred for me was unspoken until that moment. The moment she caught me pulling a knife out of my father's chest. It was buried in deep. And, when I got it out... I heard her horrid scream. One that was dramatic. I was forced to break eye contact from my father's corpse to see her standing on the kitchen's edge. Her hands on her cheeks. A gray and sickly color caked on her face. She could have fainted any second.
"What have you done?"
Her voice would raise at a higher octave as if to dramatize her question towards me. At first... I didn't understand her question. I would simply reply back, "I'm removing the knife?" It was my own question. Because, I didn't understand why I had to explain my actions.
"Luna, are you okay?"
My mother's brother would make way through our house. He was there first out of my pack mates. She must have alerted the pack. She must have screamed for their help. Because it seemed like the whole pack came to the house.
"THAT CROMWELL!"
My mother's voice would point and shout at me. I wasn't a daughter... I wasn't hers. I was a Cromwell. "THAT BLOODY CROMWELL KILLED HER FATHER!" My uncle's gasp would soon follow. He would look towards me. I didn't have a chance... not yet... to sit the knife down. I shook my head as tears fell down my face from her own words. "GET HER!" My mom's order would seen my uncle stomping. He stepped over the glass forcing it to crunch beneath his boots. He raised his hands up towards me cautiously.
"Put the knife down," he'd tell me. I trembled as I dropped the knife. I would follow his orders in a heart beat because he was Beta to my pack. His orders were absolute almost as much as my father or my mother.
"I-I didn't," I would confess as I panicked. Who would listen to me? My father was dead... he wouldn't be able to tell them otherwise. They were now free to believe as they wished of my ill will and intentions. I had none... I never had any. "Please believe me Uncle!"
Uncle Matthew Rabidcrest looks just like my mother. Snow-white hair and ocean blue eyes. He'd be the male version of my mother. Same height but a little more buff. He was younger then her by a year. To my understanding they weren't twins. He had no bone in his body to be alpha. Even though it was his birthright. So mother's family became the alpha family. Unfortunately... I was born a female like her. And, her following child was a female as well. It must have upset her but especially with me. Because, I reminded her of the Cromwell bloodline I carried in me. I looked like father. Mother's mate was a Cromwell descendent. Because, he was mother's mate... he became Alpha of Rabidcrest pack. And, he took on the role of father and alpha with serious intent. I looked up to my father. I loved him. He was a good dad.
Cromwell's are descended from the great king of rogues... Marcus Cromwell. He was vicious like all rogues are. He invaded packs and converted them to the nomad lifestyle. There was no home or territory for rogues. That kind of life wasn't what my father wanted. He gave up the crown when he came of age. Even though it was his birthright. He wanted a home and a mate. Father was a kind spirit. I believed that when I had my own views on the world. He was a rogue until he met my mother.
The pack bad mouthed my father for years behind his back. But, in front of my face I remembered being bullied at a young age. Before my father pulled me from school to home-school me. I remember them calling me, a bloody Cromwell. Respect... was something my father struggled to earn from his pack... and sometimes from my mother.
Uncle Matthew would move without hesitation. I'd scream but his hand would cover my mouth as he yanked me by my hair until I fell over onto the glass. He dragged me across the kitchen with a vicious growl rumbling in his chest. "What do you want me to do with her?" His voice would ask my mother. By now... I could notice a crowd coming into our home.
"Alpha is dead!"
"Who killed Alpha?"
"OH NO!'
"Alpha!"
Their voices would come together in union as more circled around us. I was too afraid to fight Uncle Matthew. I only begged... I could get a fair trail to explain what happened. I only found him there... I only wanted to... ease his suffering. I only want to take that hideous knife out. I didn't mean to look like a killer.
"I'm sorry," I cried out in pain as I reached up and held onto Uncle Matthew's hand. I wanted to be free. My head was sore. Its a miracle my hair wasn't ripped out. "I didn't... I didn't mean to take the knife out mom! Please listen-"
"KILLER!"
The crowd would rumble as they picked up on what was happening. Mother was accusing me. I looked around frantically. No-no... don't misread. Don't rile up... don't think I KILLED my own father. My mother's lips would be licked clean before she spoke up.
"TAKE THIS MURDERER TO THE TOWN SQUARE!"
Her order is absolute. The Ice Queen I once nicknamed as a small child... was now ordering to have me brought to my trial's place. I could there... explain to the pack how innocent I was. They would be able to hear me out.
"What happened?" I could hear voices asking as Uncle dragged me out of the house and into the streets. He switched up and took my wrist instead. Someone else helped by taking my other hand. I didn't recognize many faces. I usually kept to myself inside the house. I didn't like the pack. Because of their insults they cursed at me.
"The wolf-less omega bitch killed her father."
"The Cromwell girl?"
"How heartless!"
"Just like a Cromwell."
"Heartless monster!"
"Why couldn't she be like her father?"
"Her mother?"
"Her sister!"
"DIE BITCH!"
"What a fuck up!"
"Fuck up Cromwell!"
I tried to block out their words. Their hate speech. I didn't want to hear any of it. But, Rabidcrest was cruel. Something... I grew up resenting being apart of. I was always grateful when every year passed and I never transformed. I didn't want to be like any of them. I didn't want to join the curse. My wolf could never come and I would be forever grateful to the moon goddess. When every year passed... and it became more and more... relevant I was wolf-less... I became more of a reason for my mother to resent me.
It gave more fuel to the pack's hate. Every year I became less like them... and more of myself. They couldn't control me anymore then they could control what they said behind my father. If only he knew... how much this pack didn't deserve him. I wished every year he would take me and we would run away. I'd rather be a rogue then be apart of Rabidcrest.
Being wolf-less seemed like the only thing I could control. Even if it was out of my control.
Uncle Matthew pulled me down the street to the town's center. Rabidcrest ran the town and there weren't many humans around... if there were... they were apart of the pack. Probably just as insulted as I was. He took me to a lavish stage set-up. I forgot why there was one set up in the town center this time of year. There wasn't any festivals scheduled. The pack marched behind us and seemed to grow the closer to town's center we got. Mother was close behind.
"Execute her."
My mom's commanding words would target her audience's ego. They were thrilled and agreed with what she said. Uncle Matthew pulled me up onto the stage and let go. I was able to sit on my knees as tears ran down my cheeks. My back was burning from the asphalt Matthew brought me down. It was maybe a mile-walk from my house.
Was I not... getting a trail? A voice? An ounce of pity from anyone in the crowd? I stared them down in anger. They weren't reasoning. They only saw me for my looks. My bloodline. My father's historic family. I was nothing... but that dirty Cromwell.
"Remember, this is a Cromwell." My mother's agreeing voice would say to her on-lookers. There was no questioning their Luna? How could any of them be so cruel? I didn't think... they'd ever go this far! "Association by her name alone... can only conclude she had something to do with her father's death. I caught her with my eyes taking a knife out of her father's chest." The crowd would gasp. Not in disbelieve but from eating it up in excitement. They were living for this drama.
"She's a curse! Better to kill her now, Luna!"
Someone in the crowd spoke up to my mother.
I shook my head quickly. How could I let this go on?
"No! Mother," I said quickly to try to get her to hear me out now. "I'm innocent! I'm innocent!"
Matthew stepped forward and smacked a hand across my face. I tumbled sideways from the force and looked up at him in fear. He... he really believes I done it? "Shut it," he hissed through his teeth at me. I was distracted as my mother's heels clicked on the stage. She walked towards me and I looked at her quickly. She began to circle me. Her footsteps strategic.
"You're a shame!" She growled at me. A rumble breaking through her ribcage to get out at me. I could hear the pack follow her growls. "A shame to me and this pack and now look at what you've done!" She gestured to her pack. I looked out at their judgmental faces. I caught a glimpse at a sign, 'welcome Lycan King.' It was posted all over town square and I just now noticed. "You've been nothing to this pack for so long... you will not be missed." I whimpered as I couldn't bring myself to look back into her eyes. Until I felt the end of a pistol hit the side of my head. I heard her taking the safety off. Mother was aiming me down... I knew it. "Is this what you want?" Her question would be towards the crowd. "Should we kill the last Cromwell?"
"Kill
Her."
"Kill
Her."
"Kill
Her."
The pack chanted in agreement. I would die today. I brought my eyes up to meet my mother. There was no sympathy in her eyes. She wants to kill me. How could she love me? I've been the biggest burden to her existence.
'JOSSIE RUN!'
The voice was like an angel. I didn't recognize it nor did I know where it was coming from. But, it made me realize I needed to run. I glanced around for a way to get out of this mess. Mother wasn't too far from me. If I just... have enough force to kick and distract her... And, Matthew... Glancing at him I could see he was a few feet from me. I knew what I had to do. If it didn't go as planned... Either way I am dead. I have to try.
"I'm sorry mother," I whispered under my breath. "I hope I can make you see that I'm innocent. But, for now... forgive me for what I'm about to do." Maybe I can one day come home and be respected for the hardships I've lived up to. One day I will make my pack understand what kind of monsters they've been to me. Looking up at my mother and into her eyes... I found them empty. They were void from any sort of sympathy. I'm her daughter... the least she could be right now is sorry. Sorry its come to this. I am her daughter. Where is the love she's supposed to have for me? I wish she was different. I wish I wasn't such a burden to her.
I reached up and swatted the gun. Causing it to fly across the stage. Turns out my mother didn't have a grip on the pistol like I thought she would. It went off suddenly and shot a prop on the stage, aimed right for a sign. It tumbled over. But, the gun going off was enough of a distraction. Everyone screamed and scattered like rats. I scrambled across the stage and grabbed the gun. I didn't know much about shooting one... But, I picked it up and aimed down Matthew. He was right on my trail until that point. He threw his hands up quickly.
"Jossie," he called out cautiously.
"BACK UP!" I yelled in panic. I felt my heart racing so much I thought I was on the verge of a heart attack. Matthew stepped away from me in obedience.
"Jossie, be careful with that," he warned. He knew I never held one before. But, I gripped onto it with both hands and aimed down his chest for a better target.
"Call everyone off," I warned as I stared at my mother out of the corner of my eye. She was just now standing up. I suppose she ducked down when the gun went off. "Or Matthew will be my next victim." I could hear pack members coming back to the stage slowly. They stayed in a shocked silence. My mother straightened out her black pencil skirt. She held her head up high as she looked out at the crowd.
"You heard her," she said softly. "Everyone back away and give them some space." The crowd done as told and I waited as they stepped away from the stage at a good distance. I looked back at Matthew to make sure he wasn't sneaking up on me. He h+
ad stayed in the same position. I was grateful for it. I need to get away from here. Safely. I looked at the safety that was still off on the gun. I need to be careful.
"N-now I'm going to take Matthew with me," I began my demands. "No one follows us." I looked at Matthew. He was bigger than me... I was afraid he'd overpower me at any moment but... he's the only loophole I can think of. If I use anyone else... I might be tackled and stuck as a victim again. "Lets go," I demanded. "Down the stage. EVERYONE move out of the way," I ordered. Matthew threw his hands up as I stepped towards him. "GET GOING!" I shouted. I could tell he was afraid of the gun. I looked at my mother to make sure she wasn't moving. She was still at a distance from us. I looked back at Matthew and together we stayed at the same distance as we got off the stage. People backed away from us. I made sure to keep my distance from the crowd but also from Matthew. If I got too close he might be able to disarm me. I knew he was intelligent when it came to disarming. He was a pack warrior after all. Everyone gasped as they moved away. Scared I would shoot them.
I felt like my heart was going to burst. I was scared of myself and of everyone around me. I tried not to let it show. I didn't want to give myself away. But, my hands shook uneasily from the weight of the gun. I wasn't use to it. "Matthew," I called out. "Head back towards the house." At the house I would get the spare money from the cookie jar. It would have enough for me to live on for two or three months. I'd also grab my dad's keys for his car. I could drive it out of town and keep going. I'll grab my father's wallet to take with me. I don't have time to pack a bag of clothes. I'll have to pick up a job quick wherever I end up at.
This is it... I'm a rogue now.
Ya'll I've been thinking of ideas for Josephine's Soul Mate~~! He's a capricorn. White wolf? Yellow eyes. Silver hair in human form... Blue eyes? Ambitious, workaholic, presistent, confident, determined, honest, distinguished, realistic, pressimistic, touchy, sensitive, pratical, displined, leader, stuck up?, fearless...
But my favorite?
His last name...
Ramirez.
First name?
Camren.
Continuing Jossie's POV:
"Matthew head back towards the house." I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest. I was scared of everyone but mostly afraid of myself. I tried not to let it show on the surface. My hands couldn't stop shaking from the weight of the gun. My knees barely held me upright. My back was throbbing in pain and I smelt the iron scent of blood. This was not me. At least... Not who I wanted to be. They're making me do this.
With Uncle Matthew leading the way, we made our way back to my family home. As far as I could tell nobody dared to follow us. I kept checking over my shoulder the whole time.
I expected them to come. Maybe an arrow would hit me in my shoulder blade... I would bleed out and scream in agony. Beg for mercy. Matthew would overpower me and take the gun away. Maybe shoot me between my eyes.
I didn't kill my father.
I could die at any moment being here. The longer I'm here in the pack the less likely I will make it out alive. I have to leave within the next hour. The pack wants vengence and I'm an easy target. They aren't thinking rationally. How could I kill my own father? How could a wolf-less daughter kill her father? I'm lower then an omega in some sense... I'm irregular. Maybe a late bloomer? It doesn't make me a killer.
I didn't kill my father.
I don't have any memory of it.
I found him this morning in the kitchen.
It's normal. N-No not normal... but normal in this case. Someone waking up to their family member murdered in their kitchen. It happens. It happened to me. The pack is refusing to give me a fair trial and want to kill me. Even my mother? She couldn't care less. I have to be what they want me to be. I have to run away from the pack. I'm now a rogue. A ROGUE! How embarassing! I'm not even captibale of shifting into a wolf! And, now I dare call myself a rogue? More like an ordinary human.
There are certain roles a pack must maintain. The Alpha, Alpha Female A.K.A Luna, Beta, Gamma, The Rest Of The Pack, and the Omegas. And I'm under the omega, thanks to being wolf-less. Rogues are pack-less wolves. The Alpha is typically male. He's the leader of the pack. He makes the final deciscion. It use to be my father. The Alpha Female is usually under the alpha as a mated pair but at the same level of authority in the pack. Typically her main job is to secure an heir... and keep the Alpha happy. That's my mother. Now with my father gone, she will have authorty until a new heir steps forward. I'm not the only child. I might have been first born... but I'm disqualified for running thanks to my lack there for of a wolf. It will fall to my twin sister. Uncle Matthew is the pack's second in charge... The Beta. His children could also be in line for future beta if they play their cards right. Gamma's are typically distant relatives of the alpha families. They hold political order when it comes to choosing an Alpha. They'll make they final say on who wins the Alpha tital. Now that father is dead.
My family home appeared within my view as my dark thoughts came to a close. My nerves were on edge now. I felt paranoid. I had no plan. I was making it up as I go. Uncle Matthew wasn't making any sense at this point. Why was he going with it? Was it really because the gun I poined at him had so much control over him?
"What are you going to do here?" Matthew asked.
His voice startled me. I didn't think he would be the one to ask questions.
"I didn't kill my dad," I told him firmly. I wanted him to believe me. "I'm here to get some money and the keys and then I'm leaving."
"Where will you go?"
"If I tell you... what would be the point in leaving?"
"You don't know."
"Of course not!" I screamed.
"I didn't plan any of this. I'm making this up as I go along. Who would plan their runaway?"
"Someone that killed their father."
"Obviously I'm doing this as I go!" I sighed heavily.
"...You're leaving the pack?"
Speaking of making it up as I go... What am I going to do with Uncle Matthew to prevent him from sneaking up on me while I'm getting the money and keys? I could lock him in the broom closet... It would keep him from coming after me. But, what if he breaks down the door?
My family home was a two story wrap around victorian style witch-vibe house. The one with black shutters and a cross pointed roof. Black metal fencing for decor & black painted outside walls. It was unique to our town because there was none other like it. It suited my family name. The house was a five bedroom home. The master suite on the main floor and the kids' dream rooms upstairs. This house was one of the few in the area not converted into an open floorplan. With a creepy craw-space attic and a leaky basement it made my childhood even more creepy. We lacked the style most Alpha-families had by living in their own pack house. We were a small and poor pack. Lacking a pack-style manor of our own. The town square instead was our headquarters. I was grateful to be raised so close to my father.
Despite looking old it was moderately updated. My mother's paculiar taste kept the antique stores out of business in our area. She refused to live outdated. So each year she rotated furniture out and kept the inside's walls changing in colorful decor. That's probably where all the pack income went. Mother was in charge of finnances since father married into the pack.
We reached the front porch that was a few feet off the street. I let him go towards the front door first. He took a slow pace as if he seemed like he didn't want to startle me. He was being safe. "Don't go in," I instructed. "Stay in my sight." I guess I could always toss him into the broom closet under the stairs and put a kitchen chair under the door handle. That might work... but it might be better to just keep an eye on him until I'm ready to leave and then lock him up. Just to be safe.
"Okay, I know what I will do with you. You'll stay in my sight for now while I get some money. Then you're going into the broom closet under the stairs. Mom will be able to hear you if you shout when she gets back home."
"I don't think that's happening princess," Matthew's voice rung in my ears.
I heard one of his bones snap suddenly and it clicked he was about to trasform in front of me. He started to pull off his shirt as he turned around to look at me. I widened my eyes and held the gun out to aim him back down.
"What are you doing?" I asked in panick. "I'll shoot you!" I warned.
Does he not care that I will shoot him?
Matthew's shirt came off to reveal his torn skin from all the scars he's collected over the year from rogue encounters. He threw it across the porch and my heart raced. Holy shit is he for-real? He's really going to trasform! He's testing me! I don't want to shoot my uncle!
"You think I was going to let you get away? You killed your father," he growled out under his words. I was swallowing fear at this point as I backed away from him. He started down the stairs. "William might have been a Cromwell but he was still this pack's Alpha. His death will be revenged with your own life being taken."
"I swear to you I didn't kill my father!" I shouted and trembled as I locked my finger on the trigger and heard the gun fire. I screamed as I heard the bullet shoot through the wall behind Matthew. I squeezed my eyes shut in the time being but forced them open. Panick sunk low in my throat as I hoped I missed my uncle. He was on all fours in his wolf form. He was white and about as tall as me. I rarely see anyone's wolf form. He was pretty. I wanted to touch his fur but at the same time...
'DANGER!'
The warning stated the obvious as it sunk in my head. My Uncle was dangerous. He was a monster to me now. I didn't whitness it- it was so fast. The change. He was a human moments ago and now a wolf. They lacked educating me on that. They said I would know when my time comes. Father liked to baby me the most. When others made fun of me for lacking the abilities to change forms. Matthew was now a great white wolf. Artic thick fur covered his gigantic wolf form. He was double if not triple the size of the normal animal.
I squeezed onto the gun for dear life as I ran for the backyard. I made it past the gate and slammed it shut as he met my eyes on the other side. He growled as he almost had me. He was close. But... was I faster? I trembled to lock the gate as his jaws snapped at my fingers. He backed away then and looked to be thinking of a solution. He trotted off suddenly and I felt relief wash over me. Until he turned around and started to run for the gate.
'RUN!'
Is- Is he going to fucking jump it!?
I screamed as I ran for the back door into the house. It would be closer to the kitchen. I might be able to manuvier my way through it and beat him to the car. I just have to grab the keys. I can do this. About halfway across the yard I could hear him land his jump. He grunted a confirmation he got over the fence. I felt like fainting from fear. I made it to the double glass pane sliding door and when I shut it behind and locked it... I saw him there on the other side snorting in anger. He grabbed the door handle with his jaws and started to yank. I screamed as I pushed to keep it shut.
"Matthew! Please! Stop! Stop it!" I begged him. I fought in strength until I was able to lock the door. I ran for the kitchen to not waste time. There on the counter top I saw what I was looking for. At least two thirds of what I wanted. I grabbed the car keys and wallet. His credit cards will have to do... I don't have time to grab the money. I ran for the front door. I could still hear my uncle at the backdoor. I could hear the glass shattering as he broke through.
What am I going to do if he catches up to me?
Tears streamed down my face as I fiddled to find the right key to the car on dad's chain. I pushed the wallet into my pocket as I reached the front door. I rushed out of it as I was certain.... I might live or I might die. But, I did try to live.
I shut the door immediantly behind me. I heard a thud hit the door. The fear I had must have blocked out the sounds of how close he had been to me. I heard him growl on the other side. I looked through the glass pane window in the door to see him running back through the hall towards the kitchen. I felt my heart race as I knew where he was going. He's smart. If I could just be smarter. I need that money from the cookie jar. I opened the front door slowly. Trying not to make noise. Once I was in I shut the door behind me quietly and snuck back to the kitchen. He'd be at the garage waiting for me to come and then realize I'm not going to be there. He'll come back searching for me. I got the cookie jar down from on top of the fridge. Inside was exactly Five thousand in savings. Dad told me where he hid it from mom. It was under the pink waffers she couldn't stand to eat. It was something me and my dad had in common and he trusted me.
I'm sorry dad.
Did he want to runaway?
One last glance his way. I swallowed the fear rolling up and down my throat. I could see my sweet father. A tall six-three male's lifeless face looking at me. He wasn't alive. But, his eyes were staring holes into me. My father was a heavy built man where it came to muscles. Alpha Cromwell... dad... William. His nightshade dark hair was like my own. I got my black hair and most of my looks in fact from him. I loved his ocean blue eyes. They were big and full of adventure. Even in death I could imagine swimming in them. I didn't get those eyes. I got my mother's eyes. He appeared to look like he had been in some fight with a bear. The kitchen was thrown everywhere. Drawers missing and cabinet doors off hinges. The sour smell of milk from where he threw the contents of the fridge out to use a shelf to defend himself at one point. How did we sleep through this?
That's right.... my eyes landed on the kitchen knife. It must have been the wepon that killed him because I took it out of him. Whoever done it was like us. I shook my head as I whiped tears away from my eyes. I will never see him again. I will never see this place again.
Okay. I have to go.
But, I want to stay and help them solve his murder. I can't stay. They'll kill me. They're so hard headed and have chosen to blame me instead of look for the actual culprit.
I took a deep breath. Stuffed the money into my pocket and blew a goodbye kiss into those deep eyes. I ran back to the front door and peaked out of it to see if I could spot Matthew. I could see faintly him trotting back to the backyard. Looks like he got tired of waiting... He's coming back to the house to check again for me. I waited until he jumped the fense to sneak out into the front yard. I stayed under the picket fense height so he couldn't see me. I stayed as quiet as I could as I headed towards the garage.
I made it to the garage door. Father's car was parked inside. He rarely used it. I hit the button and watched the door raise. The garage was detached from the house and at the end of our picketfense. The noise of the door raising made me tense up. It was too loud. I swallowed hard and looked back at the other side of the fense. I stood up. I was already giving myself away. I could see Matthew running now for me. Oh shit. My eyes caught something on the edge of the woods. A blur... before it broke the hedges and came into the backyard. It was headed straight for Matthew.
Matthew didn't have time to react as he was tackled. I was able to see now it was another wolf. R-Rogue? Rogue! I widened my eyes as I held up the gun and aimed them down. I have to help Matthew. But, they were too far off for me to get a clear aim on the rogue. The wolf is brown furred with pepper/salt like patches running across his spine. He was beautiful and it was such a shame he was pratically my enemy. Whoever this rogue was... he was as big as Matthew. They were easily combat skilled matched. They were tossing each other as the rogue attacked and Matthew defended himself. I never saw a wolf attack before... but the way they were able to handle each other was impressive on both sides. Matthew suddenly had the rogue by his ear and with enough strength sent his head flying into the ground. The rogue looked stunned from the attack. I was confused as I saw blood going everywhere. Matthew ripped off his ear and spit it out. He stomped over him as he looked around.. His eyes locking onto mine.
The garage door was all the way up. I panicked as he started for me again. "REALLY!" I yelled at him. "AFTER A ROGUE ATTACKED YOU?" I asked before stumbling backwards and ran for the car door. The car was old. Old enough for me to have to fiddle with the keyes to unlock the car. But, I calmed down to focus and got the door open. I crawed into the car and slammed the door shut. I locked it and saw him slam his body into the truck's door. Dad's vehicle was a two door s10 pick up truck. Black Betty as I liked to call her. She's a stick. Nothing automatic about her. You even had to roll the windows to make them move.
"Back off!" I shouted at Matthew. He growled at me through the glass. I cranked the car and looked up when I got it started. Matthew went over to the wall at the same time and suddenly smashed the button to close the garage door. He used his jaws to do so. He ran back towards the truck and jumped into the bed of it. I widened my eyes as I noticed the window was open. I screamed and freaked out as he started to crawl into the window. He growled as I moved to get out of the truck.
"Matthew, please!" I shouted. I screamed out in pain suddenly. Pain erupting through my body as it stung in my shoulder. He growled as he dug his thick k-9 fangs into my arm to prevent me from going anywhere. I-I'm going to die. "Stop! Stop!"
It hurts. It hurts so much.
I heard a growl come from the entrance of the garage and Matthew left me alone to leave the truck altogether. That rogue was back. I used this opportunity and slamed onto the gas. The two wolves jumped away from the truck as I threw the gears into the correct positions. Betty rattled in argument until I won and concured her to move. It's life or DEATH! I drove out of the driveway so fast the truck turned sideways like a racecar when I cut the wheel to hit the road and put this all behind me.