It had been four months since the day I left my old life. No more abuse and no more neglect. For four months I've been living on the streets, stealing for what I need, and when I have no other place to go, I sleep in the forests. I made my way from city to city, place to place, slowly making my way north to Canada.
Looking around I relished in the various greens and browns of the beautiful forest. Not a few hours ago I had finally ran over the border of Idaho and into Washington. Washington was one of the last places I wanted to go before I crossed into Canada after hearing about the forests and all the rain. I absolutely love the rain. I loved the forest here. It was so much better than Colorado, with its giant, towering trees and all the pretty flowers that grew in large patches here and there.
I could also faintly smell salt water. That meant there was a beach not too far off. I decided to make my way toward the beach. If there's a beach, there are bound to be a lot of people. Meaning there would be more pockets to pick so I could have at least one more delicious meal before I condemned myself to the life of a lone wolf. Stopping where I was, I phased back into my human form and pulled my clothes from the strap on my leg. I pulled on the pink sleeveless muscle shirt and black sophie shorts before I proceeded to keep following my nose in the direction of the beach.
While I walked, I reached up and pulled my short black and brown hair, making it stick up in every direction. There were too many things going on in my head. Did I really want to be alone the rest of my life? And not to mention, as a wolf the size of a damn horse! What if someone saw me? My wolf form was pure white, which I heard was very rare, so add that to the size, and I'm just bound to get shot!
Shaking my head I ban all those thoughts from my head. I needed to do what I needed to do to survive from now on. I was on my own, I couldn't think like that. It would just scare even more than I already was and I would definitely get myself shot then.
Taking a deep breath in I started to run in the direction of the beach. I could hear waves crashing and the smell of salt water was even more potent. Breaking through the tree line I didn't stop running until my feet were soaking in the water. The water felt cold, but it was refreshing and much needed after all my time running. Looking around I noticed not many people were actually here. It just seemed to be me and a small group of four guys just a little ways down the beach. They would be my first targets.