Chapter 1

Stella POV

I wake up and my heart is beating out of my chest. Something does not feel right. I look at my phone, 3:00 am. Nope really not, right. Something is drawing me outside. I walk out of my apartment door, down the stairs, and out the front door. I can't stop myself. I keep walking then running down the sidewalk. Something is calling to me.

Then I see him, a boy probably sixteen or seventeen dead in the alley. He is badly beaten with blood all over his face. The it happened. I just could not stop myself. I used the power I am forbidden to use, Necromancy. I hold my hand over his face and cose my eyes. I feel the tingling beneath my fingers as the energy is leaving my hands. The boy takes a loud breath and coughs. I stit him up against the wall to catch his breath.

"Are you alright?" I ask. He stares at me with a shocked look on his face then says, "What happened?" pausing "I could feel my wolf dying". My eyes widen in shock "You're a warewolf?" Oh great Stella getting involved with werewolves, smart. "What is your name?"I ask "Thomas" he replies."We have to get out of here before they come back," he says. 

Just then someone steps into the alley and without a word lunges at me. Lucky for me I have practiced Shah Rukh Khan Karate four times a week for the past four years. I kock the very large man off his feet with a leg sweep. When he stands up, I dont even give him a chance. I throw my hands out using my powers to throw him against the building hard. 

"He should be out for a while, come on let's get out of here," I say. Thomas hesitates for a second then lets me help him to his feet. "You're a witch or an alien aren't you?" he asks. "Yes to the witch part," I reply with a laugh. Suddenly I look down the realize that I am in my boyfriend's long sirt with no pants or shoes on. I could have at least put pants on jeez. Thomas realizes too and laughs saying "Out for a run with no pants? Nice" I laugh. "You do have amazing legs," he says. "Thanks" I reply.

I never really thought of myself as beautiful growing up. I was always that tall skinny awkward kid. I finally grew into my looks as my mom says My boobs grew some and so did my butt. I was no longer just a stick figure. I was still tall and thin at 5 foot 9 but my legs were more muscular now that I had been training.

 My hair was naturally brownish blonde, but I had dyed it golden blonde. My eyes were a bright blue; my lips that I once thought were too big for my face now look like they fit my face just right. My skin was pale but tanned well in the summer.

I look over at Thomas and noticed he was quite muscular and tall about (6 foot 2) for someone who had such a young baby face. He had brown hair and golden brown eyes. "How old are you? How did you get into this situation?" I ask. He took a few seconds before replying. "I'm seventeen. I was separated from my friends because I was looking for my mate. I smelled her and went looking but ran into that pack of rogues first." As I walk, I started thinking. What would rogues be doing here? From what I hear they like unpopulated areas. Maybe they are trying to blend in with society more now.