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Faustina Llano


I hate werewolves, and packs, and parents. It's just a system. Listen to your parents; your parents listen to the pack's Alpha; the alpha listens to the moon goddess or some shit. Its damn crazy. If I had it my way I'd be running rogue. At least then I wouldnt have to deal with this control-freakshow-envirement. I could live on my own terms. No one to answer too. No one to worry about. Just me. Myself. And I. Rune runs away from his wolf pack, and his mate.


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I hate werewolves, and packs, and parents.
It's just a system.
Listen to your parents; your parents listen to the pack's Alpha; the alpha listens to the moon goddess or some shit.
Its damn crazy.

If I had it my way I'd be running rogue. At least then I wouldnt have to deal with this control-freakshow-envirement. I could live on my own terms. No one to answer too. No one to worry about. Just me. Myself. And I.

It would be paradise.

"Rune!" The rumble of my father's voice shakes me from my "fantasy thoughts". I rake my fingers through my tussled hair and lazily roll out of bed. "You up bud?"

He's right outside my door now.

I hold back a agitated sigh. It's no good getting upset around dad. He likes to turn the tables.

"I'm up". I answer in a loud shout. I dont bother opening the door. I'm in no mood to face either of my parents right now.

There's a soft tap at the door before I hear dad's reseding footfalls.

I grumble incoherently to myself as I move around my room, picking up fresh clothes, before shutting myself up in my bathroom.

I slowly carry out my morning routine which involves the reg: brushing my teeth, showering, pissing, and finally touching up my roots.

Yes-my hair is dyed.

After leaving the bathroom I snatched up my back pack and left the room.

The hallways were dead silent this morning (which is always nice). Usually the halls were chaotic around this time.

Maybe everyone left early?

I crept downstairs. The moment my feet touched the foyer hardwood floor I made a break for the door.

"Where do you think your going, mister?"

I stopped in my tracks. Throwing my head slightly back, and slumping my shoulders, I turned towards my mother.
She was leaning against the pillars holding the arch between here and the living room. Her arms were loosely crossed, and a comical expression was plastered to her face.

"I have to go". I pointed out, "Class starts in thirty".

"I think 'class' can wait a few extra minutes", a dangerous glint surfaced In her gold eyes. "That's if your going to school".

"I am".

"Oh?"

This time it was my father who spoke.

I spun around. Dad was standing in the kitchen doorway. He was adorning his favourite robe and red slippers.Coffee mug in one hand. Messy hair. Droopy eyes. It was visibly clear that he had been up all night, probably writing his novel again.

"Listen bud", dad began, "We know things have been rough lately". He paused briefly, daring a glance at mom before speaking up again, "But you need to get back on track".

"You need a schedule". Mom piped.

I dont need a damn schedule-I need freedom.

"Your teacher-miss.Trya- called yesterday. She's worried. She says your grades are slipping below average level".

"I'll get a tutor". I lied. There's no way I'd actually get one, but if it got my parents to back off then I'd happily "fake it".

The tension between me and my parents went down a notch. My mother sighed, dad just took a sip of his coffee. Even if they weren't speaking I knew they were content with the idea of me getting a tutor.

'Its a good thing your creative'my wolf-Kelevi-mentally chuckled.

Its bizarre, and probably not normal, but my wolf has a personality of it's own. I guess it's fine; when I get lonely he talks to me. Literally. We can hold a conversation for six hours.

"I have to go". I mumbled. I glanced from dad to mom.

"Be home by five. We have the pack party tonight". Mom said. She was talking, but her attention was on the floor not me.

I mentally scoffed at her. All mom talked about was connections and healing, yet she couldnt stand to be around me more than a few short minutes.

I tugged at my backpack and left.

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"Yolo!" Harvin, my best friend, greeted me at the footsteps of our school. As usual he was wearing the blue and silver Letterman jacket signifying his status on the football team. I swear he never takes that thing off.

"First bell rang ten minutes ago". He said with a toothy grin.

"Why are you out here then?"

"I was waiting for you".

I marched up the steps. Harvin was quick to chase after me.

"You doing anything tonight?"

I wish I wasnt. "Yeah. Family steak out".

"Sounds lame".

You have no idea.

Unlike most pack members I tended to steer clear of other werewolves. Harvin was one of the few "normal human biengs" in this school. That is why I chose him as a friend.

Sure our relationship has its cons. Like the fact that I cant-wont ever bring him to my place.

But it has its pros too. Harvin doesnt carry the stench of a dog.

It's nice. It's normal.

"-it would be cool".

I heard Harvin finish his sentence, but I had no idea what he was talking about.
"What?" I questioned.

He looked at me with this annoyed glare. "Quite spacing out on me bro".

"Sorry".

He was about to retell his story when a teacher suddenly peeked her head out into the hall. "Harvin. Rune. Get to class!"

And that was that.

Harvin dragged his feet as an aduable groan fell from his lips. "I guess I'll see you at lunch".

"Yeah".

He raised his fingers in a peace motion then at the last moment he dropped his pointer so that only his middle finger remained. With a bubbly chuckle and a mischievous grin he bolted down the halls.

What a weirdo.

I took a small detour to my locker, took out the books I needed, then started in the direction of math class.











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