BITTEN

It's been a while since I last wrote anything. v.v I know my grammar isn't good and all, so expect crappiness XD

Disclaimer: If you recognize it then it's not mine.

-Slowly changing into a werewolf, Jack struggles to survive a whole different world she's thrust into as well as learning about the Marrok, Walkers and her place in all of this.

It was a terrible, terrible, TERRIBLE day. Then again everyday was a terrible day when you been bitten. Having to deal with the agony after agony for almost a few weeks.

I was bent over the toilet, holding my stomach with one hand as the other was clutching the porcelain of the bowel so hard my knuckles were turning white. I hurled, gagged but nothing came out no matter how much my stomach push as I stay where I was; pain after pain ripped through my stomach.

I knew it was my fault; I was always nosy, always curious. I just HAD to go out into the woods behind my house that night, looking for my dog only to get attacked, drag across the forest color, screaming and kicking at whatever was dragging me. I don't even remember how I escaped, but I did and ran as fast as I could, all the way back home with a broken arm and blood just dripped off my shirt cause it was just soaked with it.

I could remember my mom freaking out as I came into the kitchen, bloody and shaky, wheezing as I was drench in my bodily fluid. I remember being taken to the small hospital cause we lived in Big Bear, a small town up in the mountains of California. I just remember chaos, all of it just..chaos.

I gagged again, nothing still didn't come out. After a few seconds, I collapse to the ground exhausted just drained; my stomach sore from the pain.

Change was painful. Change was slow and difficult.

It sucks to turn into a werewolf.

Weakly, I dragged myself into the bed of the room I was renting at the motel. The Change for me was slow, probably because I was fighting it, using silver to slow the process. The moment I knew something was wrong; I began to do plenty of research. Some where bullshit like the wolves from Twilight that was by Stephanie Meyer, some where almost believable likes the Wolf Man. Myths and legends that just go way back. Silver seem to slow the progression of the Change, so, I got my first belly button pierce. Normally I don't go for things like that, cause to me, it seemed gaudy but I didn't want to freak my parents out. It was bad enough the big fucking bite mark on my shoulder had healed in matter of days, leaving a scar. I didn't think they need to know their daughter was able to hear things from a mile away or their sense of smell was sharper and crap. Not even my siblings knew and I was close to my brothers and sister.

Then one day he showed up. The one who bit me, dragged me away to be eaten since my dog wasn't enough for him.

I was trying to get my life back on track after what happen. I recall being at the library trying to do a make up book report since I spend about four days in the hospital. I was debating on what story to do before this tall, well-built man with messy black hair and bright green eyes, looking somewhere in his mid-20's handed me a book on fairy tales. I was startle, but caught his scent. It screamed 'INHUMAN' to me.

He introduces himself to me as Gabriel Williams and I took note of his hint of Scottish accent. Don't ask me why, it just seems to stick out even though he spoke plain English quite well. It was then he told me what he was and what was happening to me and what was GOING to happen to me later on.

He asked me to join him, become his mate or so. I freaked, threw the book at him and ran. It was then I learn to never enrage a werewolf, especially one dominate or that sets his sight on you as being his mate. Since then, I've been stalked, hunted; Gabriel waiting for the transformation to complete. I learn later on about mating bonds and the magic, which I'm still trying to comprehend at the moment, but I still had a werewolf hunting me So, I ran some more. I left, packed whatever I needed, hitch a ride and left my mountain home for the Lower Cities.

With Gabriel still hunting me still.

I continue with the silver, still using it to slow the process though it burn like a bitch, but I hadn't care..I still didn't, I wanted to stay human till I could find some kinda cure.

In the city, I learn quickly that I couldn't stand crowds and there were allot of crowds in the cities; busy and bustling all day and sometimes even at night. I notice how easily I was getting anxious and riled, but I think it had to do with the Change, because I'm usually adaptable.

The first place I had stopped at was Riverside, since it was close to the mountains, to Big Bear. I had been starving and fond a small diner place...that was run by a very small pack of wolves; a family of werewolves. They knew what I was, or what I was going to become and took me in, coaxing me to let the Change happen since they saw the burn marks left by the silver I wore. I couldn't do it, I didn't want to Change, I didn't want none of it, but alas, they taught me about the werewolves, about the packs and the most important one of all; the Marrok. The King Werewolf of all the wolves in North America. They told me tales of the Marrok and his sons and especially the most famous one; The Marrok and his Indian Lover. It was a sad story.

I've been with them for a good week or so. I think it was at least a good week when George (he was the Alpha of his family) decided to inform the Marrok of my situation, obviously hoping he would coax me into finishing the Change, but something happened.

Gabriel Williams happen.

Jaime, George's wife, force me to hide when the attack happen before leaving me to go help out her mate. They were such good people.

I remember their screams, the blood as George, Jaime, their children and the aunts, uncles and cousins were killed. They were a very small pack and just a family and I wasn't full changed and couldn't to shit to help. I was weak and pathetic.

I heard Jaime's last dying words for me to run, and I ran. Even with silver slowing the process, I was faster then a normal human but not as fast as a full fledge werewolf, but still good enough to escaped. I jacked a truck and just drove.

Those days were horrible and I couldn't let that happen again, never again.

I had made my way from Riverside to Ontario then to Chino and made my way up to San Francisco then all the way up to Washington; first to Spokane then to Tri-Cities and thus were I've been hiding, dealing with the Change. Silver wasn't helping as much and the Change was exceeding. I knew because I would make small cuts on my thigh, keeping records of the healing process and each time, the cuts were healing faster and better and it was scaring the shit out of me, knowing Gabriel would get closer to where I was.

I was tempted to call the Marrok, since I didn't know if George did or not, but I didn't want to cause any more trouble.

There was a soft knock at my door and I groan loudly, not wanting to get up. "Jackkkyyy~" I heard a female voice sing song my name out.

Stinkin' Jill.

I force myself to roll off the bed and get up to answer the door. As I had made my way up to Tri-Cities, I had befriended two most unusual people I thought I would NEVER come across. Twins, named Jack and Jill (no joke, I'm serious! That's really their name!). At first, I was really reluctant to be friends with them, but being alone so long made me give in and travel around. I had asked Jack one day why he didn't smell of human nor wolf and told me that him and Jill were Walkers, rare beings that are able to turn into coyotes. I was fascinated by all this, even though I was still fearful to get them killed, like those before them, but Jack assured me that everything was fine. I don't know how, but he seemed sure of. It was then I discovered they got separated from their pack because their Alpha had told them to run and would find them later.

I thought their pack were coyotes as well, but they turn out to be wolves. I was even more paranoid but somehow got talked into meeting their pack.

So Tri-Cities we stayed, despite my fear of Gabriel finding us.

"Soo," Jill sat Indian style on the small sofa there in my room. I like the way Jill looked. She was part Native American and Caucasian. She had long pretty dark brown with bright blue eyes, pretty tan skin. Her brother was just as good looking. Compare to them, I looked pretty dull, just tanish skin and black hair due to my own Native American blood or probably because of my Latin blood. "Jack found us an old Volkswagen, a Fox. Hella old but it works. He also found a place that fixes up VW's to we're gonna take it there tomorrow." She explained. I nodded some.

"That's cool." I grin some, despite the pain, but no matter how hard I put on a show, Jack or Jill can always tell when I was lying. I already felt Jill's eyes on me and look at her in question.

"It's getting worse." She stated rather then asked. I just nodded. Lying to a coyote was just a waste of time. I figured out that quick. Jill bit her lower lip. "We can always..go to the local Pack. I know there's one here." She suggested. I shook my head. Hell no, I was done dealing with dominate werewolves. Gabriel was enough.

"No." I growled up, not meaning too, but I was slightly still in pain and tired. Jill just watched me, debating to argue or not. Another thing about Coyotes, they were stubborn as hell, but I was damn right more stubborn. I saw that Jill decided to not argue and just nodded. "Alright." She whispers. I relax, eyes closed. I knew Jill meant well, but I didn't need another werewolf breathing down my neck.

"Get some sleep." She said, getting up. I nodded in agreement. That was the plan. "Good night Jacky." I heard Jill whisper, leaning over to kiss me on the forehead. I smile slightly.

"Nighterz Jill." I watch her walk out before passing out where I was. And I dreamed..of carnage and blood.