Time

                                    

                                          
I smiled as I sat down on my couch, a bowl of pasta in my hands as I flipped through movies on netflix. 
                          
It has been three months since I left my old pack, finding this amazing house just inside rogue territory and making it into a home. 
                          
Since being rejected and becoming a rogue, my life was easier. But some times I needed supplies and couldn't get to a store to buy them.
                          
I gave up on netflix when nothing caught my eye and took out my lap top, going to the secret site meant only for us werewolves. Everyone had a membership in the werewolf comunity since the day that wolf was born, even rogues that still have their sanity left, and I couldn't help but smile as the one blog kept staying at the top.
                          
"Fire Foot Strike Again." I read the title of the latest post out loud. There was a blurry picture of my wolf form but it just looked like fire running by.
I smirked and read on, this time to myself.
                          
Fire Foot has been sighted many times in the Blood Moon pack during the night and even in the day light, appearing and dissapearing like a ghostly flame who's light vanishes into thin air.
Many wolves cheer him on even tho he is a rogue, enjoying some one who isn't a soulless make the number one pack look stupid.
                          
"I saw him on patrole one day heading into souless territory." A whitness says after I interviewed her.
                          
"He was incredible."
                          
I couldn't help but put my lap top down and literally fall off the couch laughing so hard. 
                          
Everyone thought I was a boy.
                          
I mean with my speed and how fast I run of course people would think that a cunning rogue was a boy. Wait until they learn I am a girl in the future.
                          
I started reading the list of stuff I had stolen, glad that as wolves we don't have periods so I didn't have to steal pads and tampons. Instead once we have a mate or have come across our mate we go into heat.
                          
I had experienced it only once, having to rely on the 'toys' I got to make it go away.
                          
I realized that mostly the items stole were food and books. I sighed as I was reminded that my fridge was mostly empty and that I had to get some food. Hunting was easy but left a trail of blood, so that left looting again.
                          
I get up and grab the black duffle bag, slipping on my baggy hoody that hid my figure and walked out the house, setting the alarms and traps on and locking the door.
                          
With that I head to the Bloodpaw pack. They were the ones I had more fun looting.
                          
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"GET HIM!" Trackers yelled as I ran as fast as the wind through the forest, my feet finding the right path as my senses heightened. Even with a bag full of food I was faster then these fools.
                          
Twigs snapping all around me had a smile come to my face as I realize they had set a trap, but I was not easily caught.
                          
As my friends in school had put it, I had mad ninja skills as I hoped from one tree trunk to another, using my seed to propel me till I was able to start hoping from branch to branch, never slowing down, because if I did I would loose my rhythm and fall.
                          
"Where did he go?" Their voices were frantic as some shifted to wolf form to catch my scent.
                          
I chuckled and stoped on a big tree that hid me well in the night sky.
                          
I took out a bar of white chocolate as I watched them, taking my time to savour the sweet treat.
                          
"BETA, the soulless are at our territory borders." I froze. Everyone knew that a soulless was bad news. 
They reaked like death and even killed the ones they form groups with just for the blood lust.
                          
They are the ones who lost all hope and have nothing to live for.
At least I was living to be free and be myself.
                          
Thats what kept my soul intact and made it easy for me to blend in.
                          
"Where are they at?" The Beta asked.
I sat and waited as well, needing to know what path to take home.
                          
"The north border."
                          
My blood froze. My home was just a few yards away from that border.
I didn't wait for them to move as I rushed that way myself, taking a longer path so that I could drop the bag at my home and grab my weapons.
                          
I took off my black clothes and put on my hunting gear that used to belong to my mother. It was a ninja suit that only high ranked trackers were given in any pack. 
                          
I sniffed the air, using the scarf to cover the lower half of my face as the soulless's stench made me woozy.
Sighing I took off, taking the trees, the sounds of growling filling the air.
                          
It turned out I was the first to arrive at the scene as I flipped off the last branch and landed on a soulless, the place I landing on snapping the soulless's spine and killing him.
                          
"One down, ten to go." I mumble.
But one of the wolves I thought was a soulless went flying, his big form slamming into a tree and destrating me.
                          
His wolf was like living ice, as mine was like living fire. He was big, bigger then my wolf form and bigger then Leo.
                          
My heart clenched at the thought of the man who had rejected me, the pain unbearable, and I had three more years of this to go before I can be rid of those feelings.
                          
I felt something tackle me in my destracted form, sending me flying towards the wolf. But my training made me able to twist my body and land gracefully just infront of him.
                          
I had gotten the same abilities like my mom and had become the top tracker in my old pack, but not the respect by the way those between my age and my siblings ages treated me.
                          
The wolf behind me growled and I smelt his blood.
                          
"I am here to help." My voice rings clear and he stops.
                          
"How many have you killed?" I asked and he started to growl, but this time to answer me, a pause between each growl and i counted.
                          
"29, nice." I smirk and look at the remaining nine. Taking in the way they had us backed against the trees and traped. They would be easy to kill.
                          
"You need to rest, so let me get these." I catch him nod and I smile under my scarf, taking out my dagers and moving fast. 
                          
I took out the closest wolf, round house kicking him into his friend while slitting his throat, moving to snap his destracted friends neck.
This seemed to make the others focus on me and give the other wolf a well needed break.
                          
I took the time to study the last seven, letting them sniff me as I searched for their weakness.
                          
One had a limp but seem to be an ex-theta, maybe an ex-beta, he would be the hardest. There were two wolves that looked to be ex-trackers and the rest to be ex-hunters. The trackers would be fast, so I had to be faster.
I bent low as the trackers came at me, their red eyes and black teeth focused to kill me.
                          
Bending lower I waited until they were close enough before throwing a handful of dirt into their eyes, blinding them and making it easy for me to slit their throats with my dagers.
                          
The hunters were next, each circling me as I caught my breath. 
                          
There were four of them.
                          
I sighed.