been to [HELL] and back

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A howl tore free from my vocals, I was home. Well not really home, I didn’t have any where to call home, but I had been living her for the past few weeks so it was as close to a home as I’d ever have. I had to admit though I didn’t really want a home, living in one place seemed so boring, and lets face it my life so far has been anything but boring, so why should I turn a corner and settle down in a boring, normal life? My past circled around my head and each time in made a full orbit around my brain it brought another hundred question’s that I would never have answers to, this annoyed me, I wanted answers more than anything else.

I knew that the answers I seeked would never come to me, so for now at least I was ready to just let them float in my mind while I thought of my stupid past. Everyone has a past, but every one’s past if different, no one has the same story as any one else, most wolf’s stories are mind numbingly boring, just normal pasts growing up in a pack, finding a mate, having pups, and the other stuff that comes from having a normal life. Not me, nope, my past is different, it is the reason I am who I am and I wouldn’t change it for anything.

It all started at midnight when my mother gave birth to me, both my parents were leaders, but of different packs, my mother’s mate thought that I was his child, that is until my father came an set him straight, my mum loved my dad but she loved her mate more. Once news of my mother’s scandal spread her mate was so angry he kicked her out of the pack. My mother was devastated but she turned to my father for comfort, by the time me and my sister were nine weeks old my parents had formed a new pack and already had six other members including one twelve week old black cub called jet, me and him became great friends, infact I had a really big crush on him.

By the time I was half a year old I had got a huge obsession with two things, the first one was birds, and the second one was humans. The pack told me I was a fool but I didn’t care, back then I didn’t have a care in the world, mine and jet’s bond grow stronger every day but one day he started acting like a royal prick. I soon lost my crush on him and started spending my days alone. One winter night humans came and shot my sister, the whole pack was upset at her death, except me, I was fascinated by the humans and I couldn’t find it in me to grieve for the sister I never liked in the first place.

My parents just thought I was in shook and that was the reason for me not grieving, but they soon found out that wasn’t the case, when they found out about that they chased me out of the pack. At first I tried to return but I gave up after a while. I had good looks and a smart brain and I was a talented fighter, if I wanted I would have been able to get a mate with ease, but I didn’t want a mate, the life of an exile seemed exciting, and besides which none of the males I’d seen were sexy or even near cute.

Soon I got a visit from Jet, it seemed that although we had grown apart he still considered me a friend, I was grateful he had come, but he was saying all the wrong things, I didn’t want his pity, my temper got the better of me and I told him to leave. Well told is putting it nicely, I don’t know how he died, all I know is that on his way back to the pack he died. I kinda feel guilty about his death, but I don’t have time for guilt any more.
I lived the life of a loner for a long time after that, then one day I found my self in hell. It was there that I met Oear the devil. I had never believed in hell or the devil until then, I’m still not a hundred percent sure it wasn’t all a dream. I expected him to be sexy or scary or even both, but he wasn’t, not really any way, he could pass as cute if her tried and he could probably scare most wolves but I’m not most wolves.

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