"Dad, have you seen my jacket?"
My father wheeled into the family room slowly. "Where do you think you're going?"
I shook my hair out. I decided to cut it before I went looking for a pack mate. Guessing by the way I cut it, no one (even wolf) would want to look at me.
"Why you cutting your hair like Sam's?" He asked, trying to reach for my jacket hanging on a lamp.
"You know why. If I don't get a pack soon, like Sam, I'll never see Nessie or Bella again." I half growled, getting the coat myself.
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter what you look like-"
"It matters what's in the heart...I know dad. But this hair style just makes me look...I don't know, professional."
He laughed, grinning his toothless smile. "So where are you going to look then?"
I shrugged and trudged out the door before saying, "Which ever direction the wind blows I guess."
I hopped off my motorcycle, and marched into the forest and stripped my clothes.
Running slightly, I phased into my dark brown wolf self. Unknowingly, I huffed and began to sprint. How hard could it be to find a werewolf such as I?
I ran for what it seemed to be hours. But I abruptly stopped to see a glowing, snow white cloud in the distance. But it wasn't a cloud...
My lips curled, hoping I was correct that it was another werewolf.
Sniffing the air, I knew it for sure. Wolf reeked beautifully through the damp forest.
The cloud-like wolf approached me, bowing it's head to show no harm. I could see a black velvet necklace underneath the mane.
Slowly, I opened my thoughts of mind. And I asked the wolf,
"You looking for something important here?"
I then heard her soft, musical voice.
"Depends...Alpha?"
"Most of the time." I thought, grinning.
She wagged her tail a little, showing happiness.
"My name is Ambrosia, I was forced out of my pack a few weeks ago...You think you could let me join?" She asked, turning on her belly.
"Of course. But I must warn you...You'll be the first, and I belong somewhat to another pack." I replied.
She nodded in agreement. And together we ran back to La Push.
I couldn't help but get the feeling though...That we had been watched.
~Jacob
