Different (Currently Rewriting)

Chapter 2

Stop. Isla's voice rang throughout my head and I did what I was told. The playfulness that was once in her voice was now gone, leaving alertness and fear.

What? I asked, confused. My ears perked up at the sound of a twig snapping that wasn't from me. I sniffed the air and cringed when I came across a potent stench. Both Isla and I knew exactly what that scent belonged to.

Rogue, Isla spat, venom dripping from her voice. And not just that, we're in another packs territory. The sentence made me inhale from frustration. How could I have been so careless as to wander into another packs territory?

Great, I mumbled.

Not just any packs territory. We're in Bloodmoon territory. At the mention of the name that every werewolf feared, I felt all the color drain from my face.

The Bloodmoon pack is the most dangerous, most ruthless pack in the world. They've had the title as long as I can remember. I've heard countless stories of the many things that they'd do. They kill trespassers that happen to stumble into their land without so much as giving it a second thought. Their alpha, Alpha Bloodmoon; is someone who you'd have to be stupid enough to mess with. He's as ruthless as they come; if not, even more. He doesn't hesitate to kill anyone who is daring enough to disobey him in the slightest. Alpha Bloodmoon doesn't have a mate yet, but I think I can speak for everyone in the werewolf world when I say that we hope that she'll snap him out of his murderous ways.

My head snapped to my left at the sound of another stick snapping. My eyes squint, trying to locate the rogue in the darkness. Even with my enhanced vision, I couldn't dre anything throughout the dark abyss.

My first instinct was to back up against a tree to avoid being attacked from behind.

I waited for minutes, but no more sounds echoed throughout the eerie forest.

How far into the territory are we? I asked Isla.

If I knew the answer to that, I would've told you a long time ago, she snapped. It wasn't out of anger, but more so of the stress that comes with not being aware of your surroundings in a dangerous situation.

I groaned internally. Why do you always have to be like that?

If you don't want a sarcastic answer, then don't ask a stupid question. I rolled my eyes at her comment.

I was about to say something else when a sudden growl snapped me out of my conversation with Isla. I sniffed the air, cringing as the pungent scent got closer, meaning that our unwanted friend was getting closer.

Just as I thought, the rogue emerged from the darkness, a growl making it's way up its throat. It stayed back long enough for me to be able to take in its appearance. The rogue's light brown fur was mostly matted down with blood, most likely from a previous kill or fight. Its eyes were pitch black, informing me of its hunger for killing. The rogue was stealthily getting closer and I gave it a warning growl, telling it that I was not afraid to fight back. It replied with a growl of its own and put its weight on its rear legs, getting ready to pounce.

We began circling eachother, exchanging growls every few seconds. After minutes of circling nonstop, the rogue finally made a move to pounce. As it did, I made a move to dodge its advanced but out of nowhere, a force knocked into it, causing both the rogue and the pitch black blob to go tumbling to the ground. I assumed that the blob was another wolf and after seconds, I confirmed my suspicion.

I watched as the wolf snapped its jaws at the rogues neck, missing the first two times. I guess the saying, 'third time's a charm,' is true in this situation because the third time that the wolf snapped, it was able to latch onto the rogues neck and bite down with incredible force.

A cry of pain came from the rogue. Its many attempts to make the wolf let go of it failed miserably. It scratched, clawed, and snapped at the black wolf, only making it bite down impossibly harder.

With every struggle, the wolf bit down even more, making more crimson seep out of the rogues neck. The wolf kept increasing pressure on its neck, making the rogues howls of pain increase in volume.

The wolf finally bit down one last time and a loud snapping sound replaced the rogues pained cries. The rogue went limp in the wolves mouth. It dropped the corpse on the ground and it landed with a thump. A shiver made it's way down my spine as I saw the lifeless eyes of the rogue staring into my soul.

It wasn't until I locked eyes with the wolf to thank it that I realized something. I felt tingles spread throughout my being. Many emotions swirled in the wolf's still black eyes. I could tell that the same happening with my eyes. I wasn't one hundred percent sure until I heard Isla speak in my head.

Mate.
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Soooo... how was it?

So Rayna found her mate. What do you think will happen? Comment what you think.

This chapter is about 300 words shorter than the first one but I'm trying.

I think I'm gonna do a fun fact of the chapter every time I upload.

Fun fact of the chapter:
-I started writing 3 other books before this one. They weren't werewolf books. I stopped because I ran out of motivation to keep writing them and they were quite boring to be comple- tely honest.

Anyway I'll see y'all next chapter.

New A/N:
This chapter has been rewritten. Let me know if I missed some errors while editing so I can fix them.