I woke up in bed. With a sweatshirt on and black skinny jeans that were extremely baggy. 

I looked around everything still fuzzy. I stood from the bed and walked out of the room. The sweatshirt sleeves were long and covered my hands. I liked that. I checked to see if I had underwear on. I do.

How am I dressed? He didn't!

Oh come on!!

I wondered into the kitchen with a smell of bacon filling the air as it sizzled and snapped in the pan.

I wanted to know his name. But....I don't think I want to.
His black hair was ruffled and rather appealing to me. He was really tall and his eyes melted me I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He looked up from the stove top and our eyes met. My face already was tomato face but I could feel it growing hotter. Noticing I was staring was rather rude.

Quickly I looked at my feet hiding my shame. Lifting my hand to my mouth, the sweatshirt I was wearing, an extra large sweatshirt that covered my hands, my cheeks where on fire.

Hearing a deep chuckle. I peeled through my hair to see a smile that brightened the room. I smiled behind my sleeve. He must think I'm really stupid.

He just stared at me. Blinking here and there. He just stared at me. My heart skipped a few times.

My stomach flipped when he walked closer to me. He lifted my chin with his index finger. Planting a kiss on my dry lips. He walked away from me and put the bacon on a plate. Getting out two plates he put three bacon pieces on each plate and a few spoon full of cooked eggs. Yum yum. He knows I'm a werewolf now....if he isn't one then I should kill him...or take him back to my pack.

Who am I kidding.... I cant stay here. Not even in my dreams. Theres an ugly feeling thats constabtly sliming down my back. An awful stench that i cAnNoT wash out of my hair. I did nit like it here. It was cozy sure. It seemed off and somehow dark in such a light house. I looked at the backyard. The grass was green. Almost as green as our graveyard. We didnt beleive in caskets. It was burried in the dirt to decompose like everything else. Leaving the grass very green and thick. Thats what his house reminded me of.

I figured it was best to leave as soon as possible. I looked back at the man and he had already set up two plates. More meat on mine. I sat down infront of him and began to eat the crunchy bacon. He looked at my plate and reached his hand over to grab a peice of mine when i let out a low growl. I didn't mean to, it just happened. I felt a slight pull at my heart as he smiled...like it was funny to tease a wolf. I wanted food and i wasn't great at sharibg either. He reached again and i could hold back my loud chomp at his hand. He sntched his hand back so fast he shifted his chair. He gave me a look I didn't quite expect.

He looked very startled in a scared dainty way. I failed to notice i was still growling and my face was starting to shift into an angrier expression with fangs. Its a half wolf form, having grown hairier legs and arms and a my teeth grew. I grabbed the rest of my bacon stood up in a rush knocking my chair down and left through his sliding doors. I starred at the tall fence and decided to climb. I shoved the bacon in my mouth and reached my hands over the fence. Lifting my body weight with ease i swung my legs over and landed with a slight bend to the knees.  He lived on a dead end streer close to a patch of woods. I headed in them and quickly lost sight of the road as the trees became more dense.

I looked around me and took a minute to silence myself. I heard snapping twigs and seen far enough ahead of me to see a dear. I heard breathing behind me and i seen a dark male shaped figure. Knowing he came after me i took my pants off and the sweatshirt. I then cried as my form into a wolf began to take place. Starting out just growing hair and then breaking of bones. It was rather a quick proccess since the age of 12 i been shifting which became less painful and shorter time. Soon i shook out the cramps and soreness letting the wind travel through my thick dense black fur. I scooped the sweatshirt in my mouth and realised the male was maybe 3 trees behind me. I turned my body to face him as he stepped closer bending down to grave the pants i had left behind. He offered a smile but i starred blankly at him.

Werewolfs were not a secret in this world. We shared schools with humans and we shared lives with humans. The way my pack was- they didnt like newcomers..they valued privacy and the didnt like meddling humans. To my pack  being with a human is reason enough for betrayal abd execution. Most of the time they settled with banning, unbonding pack memebers. Leaving them for rogues and other trouble makers. Now my pack, i wasnt bonded to anyone. I was giving a bed and food and that was as far as hospitality went for me. I was an outcast let in only because my mother was highly respected..she had me during an affair and that was the only reason i am here. My father was executed when i was 8, he was just an average servant for pleasure. Used by whom ever. There are female servants used for pleasure as well. Now pleasure has multiple meanings.

Sex, and torture. Usually with werewolves it involves both. My mother prevented me from becoming that, but its forbidden to have children that are not with the mates. I was forbidden.

In a way it was a simple life. I had chores I did that no one else would do, i had my own shed..my own space. I didn't have to care or learn to care about other people. I frequently visited the alpha but he has not yet bonded me to him as my alpha. I am in technical terms a rogue. Im not accepted but I stay.