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.
I immediately fell in love with Tanya the first time I laid eyes on her. A beautiful twenty something with long black hair that I dreamt about running my fingers through. Her skin was a dark tan shade and looked so soft, as there were no blemishes. High cheek bones underneath a pair of chocolate brown eyes that I often got lost in while she wasn't watching. She teased me with her curves, accentuating them by wearing snug pants and revealing tops all the time.
Many nights I spent lying awake daydreaming about kissing her full lips that were naturally tinted pink and looked ever so soft. I'd also faun over the supple flesh of her neck and how I wanted temporarily mark it with a loving bruise.
She was the first woman I ever had a real crush on. I'll never forget her either. In addition to her beauty on the outside she was also a beautiful person on the inside. I'm forever grateful to her for getting me a job at the bar that showed to be of great importance down the road.
The bar I speak of mostly catered to weres of some sort, mostly wolves and the occasional bear. There also a few elves and fairies but they weren't there as frequent as werewolves. So it was cleverly named "Barking Mad Moon".
The owner and bartender, Robyn, was a rogue werewolf and lived above the bar.
We became friends quickly, having an instant connection the first night I worked there.
I usually washed glasses behind the bar during open hours and cleaned off the bar and tables at the end of the night.
She told me a week after I began working there that she enjoyed the help and company. I worked there every night for four years, strengthening my friendship with Robyn, the only person trusted with my life.
I learned not to trust anyone after I was exiled from my pack. I had myself and thats who I learned to depend on.
I couldn't even trust the older rogues that had taken me. I lived with them sure, but I felt out of place. They were all friends and so familiar with each other and I had no desire to get to know them. I bigger things to worry about.
My wolf got harder and harder to please as just mere months passed. I couldn't afford to have any accidents in public, especially when I didn't have a pack to fall back on.
I decided when I was about fourteen that since I couldn't keep letting my wolf run in the woods 5 times a day, I needed to tame her.
Thus started my intense training when I wasn't occupied by work, and was in my room away from the others. It mostly consisted of resisting my wolf's desires. Like fighting the change and cravings to hunt and kill and blood and raw meat. I kept my plans secret from the other at first, as I knew they wouldn't approve.
I eventually told them what I was doing and they immediately outcasted me from then on. To turn your back on a werewolf's most precious friend was stupid in their eyes.
