REJECTED

Doomed

Brianna

Doomed.

I was doomed! My time was running out but I still had no where to go. I was not ready to join a new pack and no Alpha would allow a strange wolf to hang around their pack especially with the recent rise in number of rogues.

After leaving Fairville every other place I had been to had been less than welcoming, some were outright hostile. I had almost gotten beheaded once at some pack despite showing them Alpha Colton's permit, savages! I guess some packs just did not like outsiders.

So now I stuck to moving around through the woods out of fear of crossing paths with other packs and most importantly alphas. Those guys are very territorial and I know it was for pack protection but it was a little too much at times.

What would a sixteen year old homeless girl want with your pack alpha? Huh?

Where was the common sense? The empathy? Normally the society would be compelled to help a young lonely girl but now. The Alphas around here all wanted to have a piss contest with me.

So instead of the good roads and easy means of transportation, here I was in the forest jumping at every sway of trees and howling of wind.

Was this why the animal side took over and people became rogue?

It must have been to protect the human through dangerous times then they got stuck like that because right now I wished more than ever to have my wolf, at least then I would feel safer.

"I James Ellacott, reject you Brianna Potter..." for some reason lately I kept hearing his voice in my mind, I had been rejected. Its been almost a month.

I wouldn't exactly say I missed my mate, I knew close to nothing about the boy. I mean I knew he was the Beta's son, the whole holy trinity family respect Pack leaders rule, so I knew of him in that sense but other than that we were practically strangers.

Yes I did feel loss because the mood goddess had made it that way but if given a chance I would need to have a word with her. Why did the rejected get punished?

What was up with making me feel pain while I was a victim of some egotistical wolf?

That was in no way fair!

Why not punish the rejecter twice as much? I was not at fault here for crying out loud!

I had been living like a scavenger for the past few days, yes I had money. Mobile banking, remember? But there were no banks in in the forest neither were there warm cooked meals nor accommodation. I had been tree and cave hoping for a while.

I had resorted to catching smaller animals for food, sorry rabbits.

Skinny dipping was only fun when you actually had other options, I also may have learnt how to predict the weather after having to spend a day in the nude for not realizing that it would rain and my clothes would not dry.

Did you know that river water tastes different from tap water? May is was the fish? or the fact that I had just taken a bath in the water I was to drink and cook with?

Hitting stones together did not start a fire either, TV is a lie.

At this point I could teach a master class on surviving in a jungle.

I wish karma slaps James really hard, I knew I was definitely smelling like rotten cheese and sweat but what else could I do?

There is only so much bathing without soap could do.

CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

I had to find a place to hide because I am sure the leaves crunching was not because of the wind, those were definitely the sound of foot steps. It was too systematic to be anything else.

Rushing up the tree branches, was my only option and I just had to pick the thorniest of trees to go up.

Was I a bad omen as they always said? Because honestly my luck just stunk.

No.

James was the bad luck, he started this! It was all his fault! If it wasn't for him I would not be in this predicament!

I fight the urge to make a sound as the thorns on the tree branches scratch my arms and legs. If it was humans I would be safe up here but if it was wolves then I would be royally screwed! The scratches were bleeding and I had never met a wolf that could miss the smell of blood don't get me started on how loud my heart was currently beating.

One time I really hated wolf super sense.

I had to hold on, I was basically urging myself to stay as still possible as the steps got louder and louder. Gripping the tree tighter, I could not get caught right now.

I knew I had no where to go but death? That was not in any of my plans.

"Body of a Sixteen year old female was found mauled by wild animals in the forest or found strangled in a forest" instead of my mind figuring out how to get myself out of my current predicament here I was imagining the worst scenario possible.

How dramatic and very unhelpful might I add, I was in need of solutions here not more terrifying thoughts!

I could smell him before I saw him, just one man walking alone. He seemed to be looking for something staring around, the he turned around then went looking to sniffing!

Doomed! How many times had used that word?

I was done for!

He would be able to smell me in a minute, the stench of blood however little could not be mistaken for anything. Why had I chosen this route today, the lack of grass and under growth on it showed that it was a very frequented path and this man was the proof of that.

And just like I had predicted, he smelled me, then for whatever cursed reason our eyes met. He was staring right at me while walking directly to the tree I was hiding under.

This was it! Toast! Busted, you name it. I had been caught red handed and there was no way out of this except down. Down meant right into the hands of whoever was waiting under under the tree. My arms were already crumping so painfully. I knew I would not be able hold on much longer, I was shaking so bad.

I was slipping, slipping on thorns, the sting brought tears to my eyes. Curse you James, may your life be as hard as a rogue's! My all your wolf's canines fall when you try to mark another female!

Why now?

Hadn't I gone through enough already?

When does it actually get better for me? Will I ever catch a break?

Where was the moon goddess when I actually needed her?

"Are you coming down or should I come up for you?" the man asked.

My heart almost beating out of my chest.

What should I do?

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