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Chapter 1

'Running away
from problems
is a race
y

ou'll never win.'

Living a life of an Omega was bad enough. Piling your Alpha as your mate on top was worse. And guess who had this dead-end fate? Me. Yes, Quinn Avery received the worse type of life you could ever dream of in your nightmares.

In truth, my life in The Eclipse pack was good. As an Omega, I had more privileges than the average Omega that I knew of in other packs. This was a thing I thought each omega received in our pack. Yes we would cook and clean for oh so many werewolves, but there was no physical abuse.

Our lives weren't chained to a master that we had to serve every moment of our life times. Things as gruesome as rape and as eye-opening as abuse were not common to me and my friends, at least that's what we thought. Naturally, we would be eating after the average wolf would as we were lower ranking but the happiness floating around the room and the smell of fresh food being cooked by whoever was nominated that week was the best feeling in the world. I remember the reflection of the moon piercing against the window and the amazing feeling of the night air brushing against my skin as me and my friends would sink our teeth into juicy burgers.

So why leave people I love and my pack life which was actually great? Because of my mate: Alpha Silas.

All these privileges, these positive things our pack gave us didn't mean we were anywhere near an Alpha in the hierarchy. We were still at the bottom, the servants, the nobodies.

And Alpha Silas...Alpha Silas. A ruthless murderer, known to have no emotions. An emotionless monster.

And me? A puny Omega as his mate? Never. I'm not about to risk my life, risk those around me to mate with an Alpha like him.

How do I know he's my mate and he doesn't know I'm his? Well, me and my Omega friends (a few girls and boys) were washing the dishes when he walked past, another Alpha with him.

I remember smelling the most amazing smell of Nature at it's finest and I know he smelt something too. Because he looked. He looked in the kitchen, but because every Omega could sense him, we were all looking at him.

He continued walking, obviously in a heated discussion with the other Alpha and we kept washing. He kept walking away from his fate, from me. I knew it was him and he didn't.

That's when I decided. It was time to leave. To leave my average, comfortable life for the woods, to get away from such an Alpha.

That very night, I remember running to my small attic room and packing everything in a bag I'd stolen from the Beta. I remember chucking in random things and necessities and changing into something more suitable for exercise.

And off I went. Running like the wind, away from the pack house, away from my small attic room, away from everything I knew. I remember inhaling the night air, running past the looming trees and smiling.

A genuine smile. And I know I had sealed my fate. A rogue. One of the most famously known Alpha's mate: A rogue.

I scan my surroundings, sniffing the air. Wolves. The stench of rogues that I myself had adapted fills my nostrils and I sprint, jumping off trees.

My four paws pound against the forest floor, branches cracking under the pressure of my body weight. Howls fill the silence in the distance and I approach the river, covering my scent.

Run. Survive.

A mantra I had adopted over the past few years. After aimlessly wandering around the vast forest surrounding my previous pack, the only thing I was capable of was tears. Sadness, depression, chaos, anger, freedom were only a few of the emotions constantly plaguing my mind as I stumbled through the thorns and bushes. The air was always humid, sticking my clothes to my body and causing sweat to drip down my forehead every second of the day.

The memory of finding the sapphire coloured river sparkling with the reflection of a slightly blurred sun is one of the memories I cherish deeply.

My legs were painful, throbbing due to the large amounts of thorns embedded deeply in my dried skin. My arms were itchy under the scorching sun, spots of rashes erupting along the limb. I had pulled my hair back, tying it with a hair tie that had created a mark around my wrist and I basically looked dead.

I fell straight into that river, my knees buckling under the pressure forced on my legs for the past few weeks. That feeling...the feeling of the water pushing against my scars, my sweat. I felt like I was in paradise. Heaven. Utopia. The sweat had mixed up with the water and had masked my scent straight away.

I instantly felt like I had survived. I had made it to something. All through the weeks, I was waiting for some rogue to end me and burden themselves with my misery. I was practically begging everything and anything to just let me die. Let me go.

The water was like being pulled right out for depression; it was like someone had reached into the dark hole I had created and revealed to me the happiness and peace that came with being free.

The water's lukewarm fingers grasping my non-existent self and cradling me out of despair. From then on, the water became my family. My protection. My life.

Shifting, I sigh deeply as the water gently pulls me in, washing through my toes and coaxing me further forward, allowing me to cover my naked body fully with it's refreshing blanket. The addictive smell of the natural river lures me further in until I finally find myself at the opposite side, hidden away from the patrol wolves.

There lies the bag I stole over 3 years ago when I was merely 16 and oblivious to the world we live in. Grabbing it, I unzip the zip and pull out the old towel, wiping my body thoroughly with it and getting changed.

I need to steal. From packs and from the real world. Otherwise I will starve and have nothing to wear. Sickness is a prominent part of my life and I won't be able to survive much longer without these major things.

It's great that the population of deers and rabbits in this part of the woods is high. My wolf can easily grab them and kill them. True I feel bad and sad for the creatures but I need to survive. I don't want to die.

But it won't last long. Too many wolves live in the woods for the deers and rabbits to survive and live. What will I do then? It's too risky.

Getting out of the cave is easy, it's the stealing part that's hard.

Whenever I steal, guilt constantly nags at the back of my mind, pushing me to the brink where I have to just turn everything off and focus on the serenity around me.

Just like now.

The trees come to a stop, fading into the distance and the houses start to appear.

A human town.

I make my way to the town centre and walk into shops with my bag, ripping off the security tags off items that I so desperately need and storing them in my bag so quick that it looks like I'm fixing my hair to the human eye.

The next objects on my list: Clothes. A clothes store comes into my view and I grab a load of clothes my size, hiding them behind my bag. I go into the changing room and shove them all in my bag.

I walk out like normal and sprint as soon as the first few trees appear. A success. Food and clothes that will last me a month, accompanied with shampoo and shower gel. The essentials.

The cave gets closer and closer and my heart beats slower until it's normal. My pulse rate finally drops to its normal self and I sigh in relief, wiping the sweat off of my face as lethargy fills my muscles. I hungrily make a grab for the food, scoffing down the junk food. An unhealthy appetite but there is not much I can do. I do what I do to survive.

The sun sets slowly filling the sky with pale, iridescent colours and I smile, wiping away the tear lingering on my scarlet cheeks, flushed with the coldness surrounding me.

It was my decision.

"I smell someone! Come on Max! Stop being so slow! We should probably get the Alpha. Shouldn't we?"

The voices disturb me from my sleep and I growl. I'm in my wolf form. If anybody knew the first rule of being a lone rogue, it was that sleeping in your wolf form was the best thing to do. It's the easiest way anyone can defend themselves if someone tries to hurt them in their sleep.

After all, one of the most vulnerable states of a person is when they are sleeping, when they are in the land of dreams whether it is good or bad, when they are unresponsive to anything.

Quickly shifting, I slip into the river, masking my scent once again.

"I can't even smell anything Jake! It's your nose. It's so faulty. Can't trust you with anything. We might as well head back!"

"No but I swear! I did smell something! You gotta believe me. I bet someone's hiding behind the river. Just check the cave out with me and then we can go back. Stop trying to go back to Jessica. Goddess! I know she's your mate but stop being so whipped."

I hear them getting closer and closer and I speedily get rid of any evidence of a person living there. They can't know I've been living here. As soon as their in my vision, I sprint away, too quick to be heard.

By Alpha they meant their rogue Alpha. This 'pack' had been living in this part of the woods for a long time but had never bothered to come here. So I never bothered to disturb them.

But when they said Alpha, I couldn't help but think about my Alpha. My Alpha. Even after being so far away from him, he's the only thing I can think about. His face, his hair. Just him.

My wolf craved him. Raven wanted her mate especially during heat. But she knew why I left. She knows why I haven't gone back.

Heats were such a pain. The lust, the feeling of needing my mate with me left me vulnerable to anyone. It was especially hard when people, mostly unmated males, smelt my desire.

Because everyone knows unmated males can't handle being away from a female in her heat. Whenever that happens I have to control Raven and fight them off, running before Raven comes back looking for the one thing her mates not providing her with.

I look back one last time at my safe haven and sigh. Time to find a new home.

First chapter is up! I'm trying out quiet a lot of genres that I like to read myself and Werewolf is definitely there.

How was that then? I'm trying to do something different to what I normally find in the werewolf genre but I don't know. Comments and votes would be great!

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Good start?

What are your opinions on Quinn?

Any similar traits to you?

Is she good or bad?

What do you think about her mysterious mate?

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