Crimson Outcast

“The Days Left”Amara’s POV.Starting my day like any other day, I quickly grab the faded black leggings and a sports bra. I put them on then wrapped my shoulder length, raven colored, curly hair into a bun. Looking at the clock it’s now 5:05 in the morning. I have 2 hours to complete what little bit of training I can get done and get my chores done with breakfast made. For “a human", I am stronger and faster. It takes me about an hour and a half to stretch and run 5 miles. Every day I do something different and today I'm running. Once my run was complete, I rushed over to the showers with only twenty-five minutes to wash, get dressed and start my daily duties.As I padded down the hall, the weight of unspoken words and yesterday’s dreams seemed to press in on me from every direction. Yet there was no time to linger in my own head. Duty called louder than any private sorrow, loud enough to drown out even the persistent ache in my chest.I dressed quickly, fingers moving with muscle me

“Rejection”Amara’s POV Heading up to my room I start to think about what my life will be like when I am gone. Suddenly I bump into what feels like a wall. Falling on my ass, letting out an “oof” I look up ready to say something since I’m leaving anyway. What’s going to happen? I’m going to get punished.?. I laugh to myself…Once our eyes make contact, I know who it is or at least I think I do. The same person, the same feeling as before just a tad more intense. Feeling my body start to heat up, I get tingles, little sparks of electricity. How?? I asked myself, “Why am I feeling this. Cesare has hated me for as long as I could remember, why do I feel this way around him. “Where are you off to you wolfless?” he says to me. Picking me up by the arm like a child, he pins me against the wall. Green to black and gold. His wolf is pushing through. My eyes widen and that’s when it hits me. “no I say to myslef in my mind, I cant be his mate. I don’t even have a wolf or lycan!” C

Moving onAmaras POVGetting ready to leave the hotel, it’s the 4 day. Looking in the mirror I notice more white and silver streaks running through my raven color. Taking a double look, I try to cover the streaks but they are to noticeable. I shrug my shoulders and just get on with what I was doing. Resting for a full day felt great and the goddess knows it. Then it hit me, my birthday passed but I did not shift, tonight is the full moon and from what I heard the full moon is when wolves and Lycans first shift. I need to get somewhere in the woods where I don’t hurt anyone. That’s if I shift, chances of that are slim to none because everyone else when they turned 12 and 13 they got to speak to their wolves or lycans every day, I never did though. Taking a hot shower enjoying it, knowing this will be my last one for a couple of days.After getting dressed, I throw my hair up into a messy bun, trying to cover the white strips of hair that are now apart of my raven colored hair alas it d

Amara’s povI have been walking for hours, looking up at the sky it is dark out. The full moon is shining. This will hurt, that is if I shift tonight. I’m going to have to do it alone and bear all the pain with no help. Two hours go by and still nothing. Letting out a huge sigh, I'm actually kind of sad. I thought I would have had a wolf or lycan at this point but I guess not. I keep moving towards my destination. To be honest, I'm tired. I have to find some place to sleep or rest. Finding a tall tree with elongated branches, I use my training. I skillfully toss the kunai at the tree, creating steps for me to climb. I remove each one after I use it since I can’t just jump down in the morning.Settling into a crook of the tree, I nestle against the trunk, feeling the rough bark pressing into my back. My mind drifts back to the pack I left behind, to the place I once called home. The faces of those who scorned me flash through my mind, but one face lingers longer than the rest—Caden. Hi

“Thalia”Amara’s POVMorning comes and I make my way down from the tree. My body tight and aching from the way I slept. The night's cold air clings to my skin, a reminder of the discomfort I endured. Stretching my limbs, I feel each sore muscle protest, a testament to the restless night spent among the branches. The forest around me is awakening, bathed in the soft light of dawn. Birds begin their morning chorus, their melodies weaving through the whispering leaves. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp, fresh air.Navigating through the dense underbrush, I find a small stream. The water glistens in the early morning light, inviting and serene. Kneeling by the edge, I cup my hands and drink deeply, the cool liquid revitalizing my senses. The forest, with its ancient trees and hidden paths, feels like a sanctuary, a place both timeless and untouched by the outside world.As I continue my journey, I am acutely aware of the eyes that watch me—creatures of the forest, wary