If you haven't read chapter 1 then I strongly advise you to do so... Also this chapter doesn't have much sex in it until the end, so please bear with me. And, as always, don't forget to rate, comment, and/or send me some feedback! Its greatly appreciated (good or bad)... Alright, I'll shut up now.. Enjoy! :)
~ExR
Ch. 2- Vera's Past
"Mommy? What's wrong? Why was Alpha Wampcott yelling at you and daddy like that?" I asked my mother as we walked back to our house from the Alpha's cabin. My father left right away, walking too fast for my mother and I to keep up.
Mom looked down at me, taking my little hand in hers. Her face was stony and wary. The amount of yelling I heard was enough to stretch from sunset to midnight. And I was sure the neighboring packs, miles and miles away, could hear the argument loud and clear.
Me, being the naive child I was, didn't listen to the words and only heard the sound. I wish I had listened... Maybe I would have more answers than questions...
She didn't answer me, and we continued walking. As soon as we got to our home, she told to go bed. I did as I was told but I couldn't sleep. It was never good when someone got yelled at like my mother and father had. I was worried something was wrong. Had they done something bad?
The distress was killing me so I hopped out of bed and went to my parents' room. They weren't there so I went to the bathroom, which was down the hall. The door was closed and the light was on.
My breathing became uneasy. A scary chill swept over my skin. My shaky hand turned the door knob and pushed open the door. My breath caught in my throat. My stomach was churning in the sickest of ways. I dropped to my knees and desperately wanted to scream but no sound came.
There was blood all over the place. My mother laid limp on the floor, her wrist still pumping out blood. I looked over at the wall that my father was sitting against. He was just finishing slicing into his left wrist, matching the right one.
I was stunned, so many things running through my head but nothing would come out of my mouth.
My father called me over, when I was kneeling at his side he handed me the bloody razor blade, "Your mother and I love you very much Vera. But we have to go. We'll be looking over you baby." He lost consciousness after rasping that out.
When the light left his eyes my ability to speak came back but all I could do was scream. My bloodcurdling screams got the attention of my surrounding neighbors.
When they found us in the bathroom I was clutching the bloody razor in hands, while laying my father. It took a lot if convincing to get me to leave the room.
Just a few days after, Alpha Wampcott accused me of murder and threw me out of the pack.
I fought against it, saying I didn't do it but there is no fighting the decisions of the Alpha, especially when you're an omega pup.
My whole pack turned against me, believing that I had done it. The only thing could do was pack up my clothes and leave.
I didn't know where to go. I didn't know what to do. But I went in the woods and survived.
I barely lived in my human form, I needed my wolf form to hunt, stay warm, and stay on alert for other packs. A rogue, that's what I was and a rogue was a threat... No matter what.
When I turned 14, I was officially considered an adolescent and that meant my scent was more powerful. I was no longer safe in the woods.
I was in the beginning stages of puberty at that age too, which meant my wolf was going crazy.
After I left the woods and entered the population my sexual desires were becoming clearer. I was attracted to the male scent and female scent. It was confusing at first but I figured out that it only meant I was bisexual. A fact that I did find odd but it was me and that was that. I had more important things to do than figure out what gender got me hot and bothered. I needed a job.
I used to wander from city to city staying at shelters and doing little community service jobs for little pay. It wasn't a life that I would want to live again, but hey, I survived by living that way.
One day, when I was fourteen, a group of three rogues found me picking up trash in a park. They pulled me out of view of passersby and asked me all sorts of questions.
After finding out that I too was a rogue wolf and looking for someplace to stay, they gladly took me back to their house on the outskirts of town.
A girl also living there, Tanya, helped me get a job down the street at a seedy looking bar, hidden by surrounding warehouses and dark side streets.
