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Bitter Sweet

By booksaboutmeee All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Adventure

Blurb

Makaila has lived the life of a Rogue for most of her life. The idea of revenge as always been a part of her, hidden in the depths of her mind. A girl thrown into darkness, cast into the outside by a fate she didn't choose to endure. With the loss of her parents forever haunting her, all she has ever know is to hate the people that caused her pain. The only objective that has been permanently sewn in her mind is to claim revenge, but sometimes the moon goddess has a strange way of working things. She finds herself being tied back to the monsters who slayed her parents but one thing she bares in mind is.. A Bitter Mind Leads To A Bitter Heart

Chapter one; Risks and Torment

Chapter one; Risks and Torment

In a world that’s changing so quickly, you’re guaranteed to fail if you don’t take any risks~ Mark Zuckerberg

Makaila’s pov

The chase had begun, zipping and swerving by trees with dozens of pack wolves chasing me was a daily occurrence almost a routine.

Snarling heavy paws bounded close behind me but I was far swifter than the mutts that decided to hunt me down. The exhilarating rush of adrenaline pumped through my body urging me to run further.

Wind whipped wildly through my tangled fur make me feel free from all my troubles. I loved the life of a rogue. There are no limits, no rules and the most that I benefit from this, no obnoxious alphas breathing down your neck.

Packs where full of rules, orders after orders being made to listen to the “top dog” but I’m a free spirit and take orders from no one!

The wolfs that where just behind me moments ago had now scattered alerting me that I was now surrounded, but this just made things a whole lot more interesting!

My sprint slowly came to a jog and the gradually to a firm halt. Lifting my nose up to the air I could make out some of their scents, the fact that the wind was blowing behind them was a huge disadvantage for them but for me I had the upper hand.

Ears twitched at the feint sound of rustling from behind followed by angry snarls and growls. Slowly two brown wolves submerged from the leafy depths and continued to stalk towards me.

I slowly backed away keeping my eyes firmly fixed on them both, that is until I bumped into a strong build. This one didn’t feel as fury infact he felt more flesh like.

I snapped my head half dreading what I was about to see, but as soon as I saw those leafy green eyes relief quickly overcame me. Oscar looked down at me his eyebrows raised.

But I knew right away that once I reached the camp I was in for a long and torturous lecture. It’s not that Oscar doesn’t like tormenting packs, he just thinks I do it too frequently putting myself in risks.

The wolves that currently surrounded us had no Idea what they were up against. Oscar, being an alpha’s son had the upper chance as he had more physical strength then the others.

With out hesitation two wolves hurtled in our direction and made no effort to slow down. Their murderous gazes were fixed on us, as my grubby paws shifted back to the safety behind Oscar.

“As the future Alpha of the Lengal pack I order you to leave my mate alone!” he snarled, pretending to be overprotective and surprisingly it worked although we weren’t actually mates and he made it more believable as his twin brother was currently alpha, just to say they look exactly the same.

All there murderous looks shifted to sympathetic gazes and soon they were backing away. If I wasn’t in wolf form I would have a smug look plastered all over my face.

But what caught me off guard, was the fact Oscar had brought my clothes, as he probably knew I was up to no good. I made no hesitation to take cover and quickly change, because the more time I took the more sour he would become and once he’s angry he sure can hold grudges.

“How many times do I have to tell you about targeting the same pack over and over, the more frequent your torments become the more likely they are to hunt you down!” he suppressed a groan and raked his free hand through his hair.

Here came his usual lectures, the same conversation over and over about not heading the same direction in a close period of time. I could see he was worried, living the life of a rogue meant your life was always at risks- always not knowing what kind of threat was next waiting around the corner.

“I know but the other packs have thicker security” I mumbled, pulling on my boots, my favourite was targeting the smaller packs which meant entering and exiting without a trace was fairly straight forward, less members meant less members protecting their boarders.

The area went quiet whilst I tugged on my boot, it seemed that Oscar had gotten the message that his monologue had dimmed and finally left me at peace to fight with the infuriating boot that refused to slip on without a fight.

“You need to lay low for a while Leila” he spoke, as I stumbled up form the ground with both boots now on; a victory smile embraced my lips as I clambered to my feet like a cripple.

All that previous running from the mongrels that were on my tail meant I was tender from straining my muscles, whilst I was running I was acquainted with multiple sharp rocks digging into the pads of my paws.

“But then what am I going to occupy my time with!” I sulked, pouting and stamping my feet like a five year old, which was pretty close to my mentality, over the years of being raised by Oscar in the wild I had learnt to be serious when needed but someone had to keep the lively moods because Oscar was all grump and no grin.

“Train” he shrugged and led the way towards the camp, the camp wasn't one you could imagine with fancy tents and central heating. It was made up of materials we were able to scavenge from packs and spare branches from low lying trees.

I grumbled at the mention of training, that was all I seemed to do. Train, eat and sleep- it was a tedious and dulling routine that had no end; riling up packs was my way of fun, keeping myself fit in the process by running. So why had Oscar got to be such a kill joy?

I followed closely behind, my boots causing the late autumn leaves to crunch beneath my heavy mass. The gentle late night breeze caused wisps of my brown mane to stick out from my ponytail, it was a good job I was not phased by my appearance like I had heard usual she wolves were because Oscar would really have a challenge on his hands.

The sky had become dark once we reached the camp, and the surrounding were silent. Shuffling over to the fire still closely watching Oscar place his bag down beside his make shift tent, I placed bits of dry wood and grasped two thick big stones.

At first the stones only bared few sparks that hardly provided a light source, a few strikes later a roaring fire was now flickering away. I hovered my hands about it's amber flames, the light captured the feint milky brown of my eyes as I hunched over a log positioned beside the fire.

Oscar lifted himself away from the bag and took a few small weary steps towards me, his blonde hair swept across his eyes as he lowered his head to glance at me.

“Makaila, training will start tomorrow” he commanded and headed into his tent.

Rolling my eyes, I grasped another tawny twig and threw it into the embers. It looked like I was on watch tonight since Oscar had welcomed himself to the tents.

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