Aspen is a five-foot-six rouge with a dodgy past; her best friend is a troll named Hannah, who she met the night she was an outcast from her pack.
What will happen to the pair of friends as they journey through life together?
Chapter one Teaser
The sky darkened as Hannah ran alongside me; who would have thought that things would have turned out like this? I turn right around the corner and let out a wolfie grin as the wind changes direction and flows through my coat.
I love this. I think to myself as I continue running, looking back at Hannah occasionally to ensure she is keeping up.
Hannah is not your average person; she's not a person at all. Her long golden red hair flows down her back, framing her seven-foot stature. Her bright green eyes show she is from the forest we live in, and her horns fit perfectly on top of her head.
"Hurry up, slow coach", Hannah giggles, somehow getting in front of me. I bark in return and hurriedly catch up with her.
I observe as the small wood cabin we call home quickly approaches. The dark, dusty wood cracked ever so slightly from the recurrent earthquakes; the once glass window shattered all over the ground from rowdy teens who thought it was funny to destroy one of the last intact cabins here in the middle of the forest.
The sky darkened as Hannah held her hand on the rough door handle, trying to avoid a splinter from the nearby wood and pushed her way inside. I turn back to look out over the forest. The birds chee furiously in the distance as the wind picks up, sending beautiful music into the air; I push my way past Hannah and into our cabin, shifting back into my human form. Every bone in my body cracks into place. I slowly grow in height, reaching my five foot six height; my long blonde hair flows down past my shoulders, my yellow eyes switch back to my doe brown; I quickly stretch out my back and sigh in relief at the freeing feeling. I love being in my wolf form, but having lived as a rouge for five years, I don't get to spend much time in human form anymore.
"Better?" Hannah questions, making me nod happily.
"Much better, now let's eat. I'm starving", I laugh before heading into our kitchen; our cabin might be small, but it's perfectly built for the two of us to live in.
I still remember the day I met Hannah; it was the day I became a rouge outcast from my pack, and with nowhere to go, I ran into a village where I found Hannah, who was imprisoned in a cage but the hunters; It was the first time I had ever come across anything like her, but I saved her anyway, and we have been inseparable Ever since.
I stare at my plate full of meat and smile at Hannah.
"Thank you", I smile graciously; if it weren't for Hannah, I would have starved to death by now Because I can't cook.
"You're welcome, your majesty", she mocking bows making me growl lowly.
"No", I state, trying to calm my wolf down
"Sorry, I forgot," she states, making me nod, knowing that she is telling the truth. She would never do anything to annoy me on purpose, and I know it.
"What are your plans for the rest of the night?" I question, curious as to her answer.
"Might go and find my prince in shiny armour", she laughs before gulping back her coffee
"I'm kidding; I will probably just go to sleep with you tonight because I'm beat after our run", she states.
"Strange, you normally go out and don't come back until the early hours of the morning", I state back, making her nod.
"Not tonight", she smiles before eating her bacon and eggs.
I finish off my plate of meat before taking my finished dish up to the sink and rinsing it off to make it easier to clean after my coffee in the morning.
"I might go to bed early", I smile before kissing Hannahs's cheek good night and heading into my dimly lit room.
My dresser is pressed up against my left wall, my book collection placed on top of the draws, as well as a few photographs I have picked up over the years. The only family photo I have is framed and hung above my bed, which is opposite my dresser on the right wall, and my sheep skin rug is placed nicely next to my bed so that I don't get cold feet in the morning. One of my biggest pet peeves is having cold feet.
I jump into my bed and close my eyes, praying for a peaceful sleep.
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