((Synder is a werewolf, part fae, part vampire. The results of numerous experiments done by a power hungry vampire. Kidnapped at age four, but saved at age seven and returned to her family that had been searching for her since she vanished. Once they found out about her changed, she ran off, where she was captured by Slater again for another Fifty years. Throughout this time Slater tried to control her to rise in power within the vampire society. When it was obvious to him that he couldn't he decided to kill her, but she escaped again and has been running ever sense. She hides within other wolves territories for short periods of time, since her altered genetic make up makes her wolf overly dominate she remains a rogue, avoiding other wolves all together))

Chapter One:

Synder tried not to panic as she watched the Alpha of the territory, Adam, walk in the bar along side his mate. Of course, the one night she wanted to get out and be around people, HE would show up. It wouldn't if been so bad if she'd got permission to be on his turf, but Synder had always tried to keep her presence unknown. She didn't want to imagine what someone would do if they found out an abomination like her had taken up hiding on their land. Part wolf, part fae, and part vampire. A creation gone wrong,
according to Slater, but he'd only said that because she had her own will. Which had made it impossible for him to control her. So he tried to destroy what he had made. She'd managed to escape of course, just has she had when she was younger, but unlike then, she didn't have a family waiting for her return. Her first full moon without Slaters drugs preventing her from changing, was extremely draining and painful. But after several months she managed to find ways to prevent the reflexive change during the full moon.
Which was great, since she was trying to stay invisible in other wolves territory's. She learned quickly how risky changing was when you were surrounded by the land of another pack. Wolves are horribly territorial after all. On occasions a pack would find her,
and on even more rare occasions, Slater would send out an assassin, but somehow she always managed to get away. A rogue.. A lone wolf who wasn't completely a wolf..
An outcast in each world she was able to creep into. Vampires would try to take her will,
the fae would no doubt kill her, humans would never trust her, and no pack would want her, and even if they did, not many others could keep statues above her.. Most Alphas tried to kill her right away, she was a threat to their power. She understood that, and even though her wolf urged her to have a pack, she kept herself distant, only living on the boarders of different territories. She stayed for around a year or so and then moved on to keep from being discovered. Only once did she stay in one place for more than that and even THEN she'd almost been captured by the Marroks son, Charles. Though Bran and his sons were probably the only few who could stand over her without the need to kill her. She bolted anyway, and never risked going back. Even if Bran would accept her into his pack, he'd probably want to kill her when he knew what she really was. Holding her breath Syn eased out of her chair and went to the back doors. Maybe if luck was on her side she'd be able to slip out before anyone could catch her scent.
Throwing herself on the door, she shoved it outward and went to bolt out the door,
but found herself smashing into it instead. Something was blocking it from opening all of the way.. Something that was currently swearing in a British she inhaled fear took hold in her chest. A wolf, one of Adams. She pushed herself out of the crack and tried to run out the small opening but was pulled back by a firm hand.

"Hey! I think I deserve on apology Kiddo.. You almost broke my nose!", the accent did nothing to hide how mad he was. Keeping her eyes away from him she twisted her arm out of his grasp and stepped back.

"S-sorry", when she took another step back he followed putting his hands up.

"Hey, easy, no need to be so.. Skittish. Whats got your panties in a knot?", His voice had softened by the last of his sentence. No doubt trying to make her less frightened. The scent of her fear was practically making her sick, but that fear was what was keeping him from catching the scent of her wolf. If she looked at him though, he'd know.

"I have to go, I can't-"

His hand reached out but she flinched away with a sudden jerk.

"Woah, whats got you so spooked kid? Is someone after you?"

Not yet.

"I just have to leave, now"

She stepped back again, if she didn't leave soon, she'd lose some of the precious control she had. Her wolf did not like to be looked down on, and she definitely did not like to run away with her tail between her legs. Some times it took all of her energy to fight off the wolfs instincts.

"Hey, is someone after you? I can get my friend, we can take care of it", Adam, he meant Adam. He'd go get his Alpha to help a girl in need. To bad that was the person she needed to get away from. Shacking her head she bite her lip trying to hold back the urge to scream. Her wolf didn't want this guy to assume she was weak.

"Just let go, I, just need to go now", he didn't listen, holding in a growl she yelled, "LET GO!".

Immediately his hand dropped away and she was gone. There was absolutely no way he didn't know what she was now. As she neared her bike she heard foot steps rapidly approaching her. Panting she threw herself onto the Harley and jammed the key into the ignition. A second later it roared to life with an almost painful sound. Syn gritted her teeth as she kicked back the stand and floored it out of the parking lot. She knew she'd regret not starting the bike properly later, but right now she had to get out of there. Looking down at her mirrors she saw the British wolf standing on the road in-front of the parking lot, looking back and forth from her to the bar. Was he debating on chasing her? Swallowing that fearful thought she sped up. If he wanted to run her down, even a motorcycle wouldn't save her. She didn't know the area well enough to make a skillful get away.