Taking back
Keira woke groggily turning her head a looking around the dark dank motel room, there were brown stains on the ceiling and wall. I pulled my sleeping bag up over my nose and took a deep breath. I had been here for 2 weeks, I had been living as a rogue for 4months on Friday. I was hiding from the werewolf who killed my family and killed most of my pack taking it as his own. With this thought I felt the bubble of emotion gather in my throat, I tried pushing it away but the sobs became uncontrollable. I missed my mother, my father and my baby brother Isaac. I didn't know if he was alive or not because he hadn't come into his wolf so we never had gained our connection. I had never been away from home for long and never on my own us werewolves liked to travel with others. I knew I had to find a way to see if my brother was alive, his strawberry blonde hair and piercing green eyes, he was 6 years old but you could tell her was going to be a heart breaker. I brought my hands together, aloud 'I pray that my brother is alive, I pray he is well and has hope in his heart just as I have mine. I wish him to know I am coming for him and I love him.' I spoke earnestly squeezing my hands together tighter and tighter. With a sigh I knew I had to carry on. I had managed to find a good place to shift, it bordered two different pack territories so I had to be careful not to trespass but it was also big enough and far enough away from humans that I felt safe.
I walked down into the woods, the woairnroared and the leaves shaked
