Chapter 2

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Katniss's POV:

I wake up to find myself in the middle of the park. Good thing the woods are too dense to see anything, and there's nobody around since I'm guessing it's about 6 according to the sun. I get up and look through the woods. There it is. My bag. It has all the necessities. I grab it and get out some fresh clothes, since the ones I'm wearing are in tatters, and have a little blood on them. I glance back to where I was laying, seeing a carcass. I turn back and close my eyes. I remember the first time I transformed. I didn't know what the hell was happening, just that everything was on fire, and the pain. I shake off that memory and look at my shoulder. My scar still reminds me of that night. It sends a shiver down my spine. I look away and get back to the business of looking for some fresh clothes.

I find them and quickly put them on. I always carry a hoodie so that people can't see my face, and trust me people don't want to.

"Watch it," I tell him. He doesn't look my way. He just mumbles and moves on. To most people I probably look like any other dumb teenager. I guess I am. 18 years old and nothing in my life has gone the way I want it to. First, my mom and sister are gone because they both died in some car crash, so I've been bouncing from foster home to foster home. And second, I get kicked out of school for starting fights, and my foster parents hated me. finally I get bit by a fuckin werewolf and now I'm a monster. I look at the ground and and keep walking.

I get back to my place. It's not much, but it's cozy. The kitchen and living room are on the left, and my bedroom is on the right, and the bathroom in in the hall. I get to my bedroom, take off the hoodie and sweats, and inspect the damage I did to my clothes. They're ripped that's for sure. But the shirt isn't too bad. The pants are in bad shape though. I take a shower, since the hot water calms me down. I can't believe I have to go through this for three nights in a row. Yeah, unlike legend, the full moon lasts for three days. People don't usually know, but yeah, the full moon goes through like three stages. I get out of the shower and put on some fresh clothes and dry my hair.

I lounge around for a bit but then I have to go to work. I work at the cafe that's around the corner next to the bakery. I quickly get my uniform on and head out the door. My bosses hate it when I'm late, yes bosses. I hate them both with a passion. They make my work harder than it ever has to be. But it's just me, not the other people like Clove or Cato, nope it's always me. Luckily I can count on Rue, who works there too. She's somebody I can talk to, about most things. the rest just kind of ignore me.

"Katniss you're late," says Mr. Snow with a smirk. "That's 10% off your pay for this week." God I hate him. I could make myself change in front of him and rip his throat out, but I choose not to. I have some humanity.

"Katniss get over here, the morning rush is starting," says Mrs. Snow. Ah Ms. Coin, or so she used to be. They both love to torture me. There is nothing I'd rather do than to dunk her wrinkly ass face in some boiling hot coffee. But alas, I'm too nice.

"Hey Kat," I look to my side to see Rue. She's a lot younger, but is the oldest of her siblings, and she was able to get a job here. She's only like 13 and she had to pull several strings to get a job here. She doesn't like to talk about it. She's had a rough life. Maybe even rougher than mine, considering she is the only person who can provide for her family and has to work like three times the hours for the same measly amount of pay. I pity her and try to help out as best I can.

"Hey Rue," I say, "and how are we today?"

"I've been better," she says. She goes to the coffee machine, but I can see her eyes. They are like the eyes of an old wise man, who has seen a lot for one lifetime. All this in a 13 year old.

"So you ready to go?" shes asks. I nod. The customers start to pour in and I make them their coffees. Some of the people are regulars and are acquaintances of mine.

"Hello Katniss how are we today?" asks Plutarch as I hand him his regular cappuccino and danish.

"I've been better," I say, repeating what Rue told me. He gives an apologetic nod and then heads out the door.

"Hey Katniss, my regular please?" I look up to see Johanna. She's been my friend for as long as I can remember. She has this sort of vibe, where it's hard not to like her. We engage in friendly conversation while I pour her her regular black coffee and giver her her morning bagel, no cream cheese.

It seems like minutes but it's been hours. I clock out and grab my pay check. The rents are low in the apartment I live in so the pay for the week easily covers it and all the other necessities. I walk back to my apartment with my hoodie on. I'm walking until somebody bumps into me. I look down and see that he has a suit case and a back pack on.

"Oh sorry," he says. I look back at, but he isn't looking. He's looking around and has a map in his hand. Poor guy's lost. whatever, not my problem. I head back to my apartment and crash on the couch. I flick on the TV to see a news report that a deer carcass was found in the middle of the park today, by a jogger.

"Reports are hazy, but there isn't supposed to be wildlife that eats other things in that park," says one wildlife expert to the reporter. I turn off the TV no longer in the mood for it. I decide I should do a bit of laundry. I come out of the door and take a few steps until something hits me in the back and I drop my basket.

"Sorry, my fault," says the guy.

"Hey watch it," I tell him spinning around to face him. Whoa. I try to keep my emotions hidden but my heart starts to beat really fast. He has shagy blonde hair and a kind smile. I find I am staring and snap out of it and start yelling at him instead, to keep my mind off of him. "Hey can you watch where you're going next time? Jeez."

"Uhh..sorry," he says awkwardly. He bends down with me to help me pick up my stuff. "Ummm..." he says holding up my partially ripped shirt. I grab it out of his hand.

"Hey, mind your own business," I growl at him, glaring, even though I didn't mean to growl. It just came out. He looks offended.

Sorry, I'm new here. I gotta go, what's your name?" he asks, catching me off guard. He looks at at his watch quickly before turning back to me..

"Katniss, Katniss Everdeen, what's yours," I ask, though I try to look uninterested.

"My name's Peeta, Peeta Mellark," He says, looking at me. I can't help but look at him too. His eyes are a nice royal blue, and I can't help but stare.

"See you later," he says suddenly, taking me back to reality. He runs down the stairs but looks back. He gives me a weird look, maybe curiosity before heading down so I can't see him. That was really strange.

I head down to the laundry room and put in all the clothes. the rest of the day is pretty chill. I go out for a run, and by run it's actually a half marathon and I don't even break a sweat, one of the many perks of being a werewolf. Also, I have strength and increased hearing and sight. Not as good as a vampires I don't think, since vampires aren't real, I don't think.

while running I can't seem to get that boys face out of my head. His blue eyes, his blonde hair. What was his name? Peter? Peeta? Yeah Peeta, like the bread I guess. It's a strange name, but then again so is Katniss I suppose.

After my jog it's about sunset and I need to get packed for the full moon. I grab all necessary things, a spare set of clothes, a bottle of water, and some other stuff. I don't even bother with restraints since they don't last very long. I can see the sun set and get the last preparations. the moon doesn't affect me till it's at it's full rise, then it starts, but I still need to get where I need to be in a hurry. I grab my bag, put on my hoodie, and rush out the door.

I sprint down the stairs and crash into somebody, but don't fall, thank goodness. That would've set me back a few minutes which can't happen. I look back and see Peeta. He looks confused for a second like he's trying to remember me. I am already running away though when he tells me to watch where I'm going. Believe me Peeta, you don't need to tell me twice.

I race to where the park, where the forest is thick, and nobody sees me. Also, this park isn't exactly safe at night so nobody really comes in here unless they're looking for trouble. I unpack some things and sit down and wait, tossing my hoodie away. I may be a werewolf, but people who strip before are kinda weird, no offense.

I look at the sky and then it hits. I get bend and get on my knees. The breathe is completely taken away and I feel this pain. I scream out. I can't help it. I don't want to but it happens. I can feel my fingers and look down at them. God it hurts! I scream again, but this time it's distorted. I comes out more as a howl. The claws start to come out and so do the heightened senses. I can smell and see almost everything around me. This is the final night of the full moon so the process isn't the entire wolf. Only on the second night, when the moon is at it's peak, is the full wolf, and even then, I'm still on two legs. Yeah I'm one of those kind, not the lame Twilight ones (no offense). still my humanity starts to go and all I can think about it the hunt. I feel my canines sharpen and come out and my back cracks into place. Ahhh. I let out a sigh of relief and then hunt.

-Morning-

I wake up and this time I don't think I caught anything since there's no blood anywhere and I don't see a dead body next to me. that's always a good sign. I hate waking up next to dead deer and other animals. That really sucks. I always feel guilty for killing the animal, but at the same time in the morning, I usually feel better after a good snack.

I grab my stuff, put the hoodie back on and head back to the apartment. I'm about to open my door when I feel a tap on the shoulder. I turn around and see Peeta.

"What?" I ask, trying to sound annoyed.

"Umm...I was just going to ask if you'd join me for breakfast?" he asks, giving me a smile.

"Oh..." I say. "Yeah...sure, just let me clean up and I will come get you." He smiles again, and it makes my heart skip a little. I turn back around and go into my apartment. He walks back to his own. I shut the door and lean against it. God what's going on? First I see him and I think he's cute and nice, next thing I know I'm on a date with him. I don't want to get too close but it feels like I have to. Like I want him.

I go and get ready.

End of Chapter 2

Ok guys I really love writing stories as I have recently found out so I'm just cranking out some chapters and stuff. Hope you read and enjoy and as always please give a comment and/or a review or something. Please no hate and constructive criticism is always appreciated. Thanks guys! Have a happy New Year and rest of the holidays!