ALERT- I have changed my Username from CatCalledJazz TO TwistedEnglishSoul OR TES as you guys can call moi!
The wolf stood and stared at us, her blue-grey eyes were wide with fear and confusion. She was stood stock still. Her horse-sized frame was shaking violently and she bared 4-inch long teeth. She turned around, her tail knocking glasses off of the bar. She spotted the door and charged, Clay firing off a few shots as her tail disappeared through the door.
We saw a black blur disappear down the road.
That's the last we have seen of her for 4 months so far.
Ring...Ring..."Hi it's Bella..."
"Bella?! Thank God!" I breathed.
"...you can't reach me right now! Just leave me a message, I'll get back to you!"
I sighed, at least she was still alive. This was the first sign of life I had found from her, no Facebook posts, no Instragram posts, no Snapchat updates nothing. Zilch. Nada. Zero. Nil. Nic. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
For the first month of the time she was gone, I was angry. I was more than angry. I was livid! Why hadn't she called? Why didn't she stay and we could have sorted it out?
The next month I was confused, she looked as though she didn't know what was happening yet it looked as though she did. I tried to think up of as many conclusions as I could, what had happened.
The 3rd month I was plain depressed. I refused to eat, drink and anything a normal human would. I was comatose, as Tig and Clay describes it as. It took Tig to persuade me to get up and move, I lost over 2 stone in this period of time.
As of right now? I felt shit. A pain in my chest was pulling me towards Washington. That's almost 15 hours away, depending on mode of transport and speed.
I sighed and looked up at the stars from my spot next to Jax on the roof. He looked at me "I miss her too." he whispered. I looked down again. He was facing away from me and I heard him inhale shakily. "I know." I sighed. I stood from the roof and hauled him up. I nodded to him and climbed down "See you later."
I was going to find her, even if it kills me.
BPOV-
I kept on running, a pulling in my chest growing the further I ran. I crossed into a different state, Nevada I think. I ran sticking to the border, trying to stay in the forests. I was now about to cross into Idaho.
I ran for weeks on end, after crossing into Idaho running into Wyoming then South Dakota followed by Iowa then that was followed by Missouri, Kansas then Texas. Texas was followed by Louisiana then Mississippi and Tennessee where I settled for a while. It was then that I noticed the amount of weight I'd lost and realized I had not eaten a proper meal in two weeks. I decided after eating that I'd head back towards CA and probably stop by at WA for a bit before hand. I sighed and settled down under a tree for the night.
I awoke to shouting and guns clicking. I shot up and noticed my feet where tied and my jaw was muzzled. I growled and the people jumped back. Stood toppling on my feet slightly but finding the strength to break free of the flimsy rope. I charged at them, the humans being to slow to pull the trigger on their guns.
I ran towards Washington. I didn't stop until I knew I was safe. I was in WA by then. Voices entered my head and I freaked.
Hello?-Unknown 1
WHAT THE FUCK?! - Me
Hey, calm down. What's your name?-Unknown 1
Why should I tell you?-Me
I need you to trust me, I'm the same as you.-Unknown 1
It's Bella-Me
OK, Bella, I need you to run South until you come across a clearing with the scent of wolves covering it.-Unknown 1
Umm ok, I'm now running-Me
I continued running until the scent hit me. It was strong and put my senses into alert. I creeped through the bushes so I was where I could see at least four massive men stood waiting for me, slightly to their right was a pale group of people, I couldn't feel the unknown voice anymore so I put one paw forward, out of the safety of the undergrowth and into the light.
The red, fried flecks of blood in my fur were visible in the white now and I took one more step forward. My front half was now visible to the two groups, my blue eyes were cautious and guarded, muscles tensed and ready to fight and my claws dug into the ground, ready to flee if need be.
I would have run if I hadn't noticed something, someone, in the pale family that didn't belong there.
Jasper.
HaHA cliffie! I know everything seems messed up but next chap will be all of our dearly beloved Bella's POV followed by a chap of Jazz's and then Tig's! Everything will work out my little Twisted Readers.
