Always
Chapter One-
I am flying. I am flying through the forest. I am flying through the huge forest that I unwillingly call home. My paws barely touch the ground as I fly, or run; to me there is no difference. I am chasing after my incredibly fast running prey. But I am faster. I am catching up; I can clearly see its dark brown fur sweat as I follow. It's a deer. I can feel the wind push through my thick, gray, fearless fur and into the dark green forest I am rushing past. Suddenly the rest of the pack appears, surrounding the deer, with no way of escape. It is trapped.
I cannot wait until the last day of the cold, the last day of this form. Then I can see my innocent little sister, Bella. The thought of her fills me with hope. She is my life and all I care about, the very reason I haven't taken the famous jump of Wickerty Peak. I have watched her grow up from my dark home in the woods, occasionally participating in her life when I am needed. My name is Haley and I'm a werewolf. A disgusting, terrible, dirty werewolf and I hate it. I was bitten at the age of 9, almost 7 years ago; a year after my delicate little sister was born. My parents thought I ran away, but really I didn't even leave the house grounds. I went into the surrounding forest were I met a whole pack of people like me. Some relish being what we are, our pack leader and his mate, some don't, like me. But whenever the weather warms we all become human, and human is what I want to be. When were wolves, we can't think complicated thoughts, only send basic images to each other. We have simple wolf minds with hardly any memory of our human lives. Time, names and complex emotions are basically off limits. The only thing that has stopped me from forgetting my human life while I am a wolf is my love for Bella. I drag the broken carcass of the deer, with the help of a fellow werewolf, back to our pack leader in the hope of appreciation.
The dear tastes good, its flesh fills me. But I am still hungry. One deer among six hungry wolves is not enough. None of the wolves are brave enough to ask for more but I approach the pack leader. He is by far the biggest of us all with dark, black, unforgiving fur. I send him an image; of our stomach's growling, praying he does not anger. He sends an image back; the pack running together, catching a deer. We take this as approval and run deeper into the forest. All except me; I run towards Bella.
I have walked this path many times, but every time I follow it my heart skips a beat. I know she is waiting for me. I begin to catch her scent; fresh strawberries with a touch of vanilla, the shampoo I bought her for her 5th birthday. I slow as I approach the boundary of the woods, I am leaving my sanctuary, the only place I truly feel safe. But I can clearly see her sitting on a dark wooden bench, waiting for me. I begin to run again and burst into the bright warmth of the sun I so rarely see. It feels inviting but I cannot let my guard down, if someone saw me they would surely shoot. Bella looks a lot like me, when I'm human, with her bright green eyes and long curly brown hair that reminds me of summer, the very season I miss the most. The only difference is that I have hazel eyes, straight hair and I don't have her cute freckles. She is wearing long winter jeans and a beautiful winter jacket with detailed snowflake patterns. But my favourite thing is the soft toy she always carries; with the shape of a wolf; it looks just like me. As I approach I can hear her heart fasten. "You came!" She cries. If only I could respond, but I keep walking and allow her to run her cold fingers through my gray fur. All emotion has now left me. Except for happiness, I am always happy when I am with Bella.