My name is... The truth is I forgot my name the day I ran away from my pack. I like to go by the name Reagan. I know a bit cliché with me being a rouge and all, but what can I say? I'm a 17 year old girl, with shoulder length brown hair and one blue eye and the other grey. I'm not an ordinary Werewolf though... I have... Abilities. More on that later though. I have been a rouge since I was 9. I remember little about my past. ************ Extract: "That does it!" He yelled. "Oh, have I finally cracked the big bad-" I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I looked down and saw blood. Lots of blood, pouring out of my stomach. I looked up a tiny bit and saw a hand holding a knife. I slowly brought my head up and allowed my face to show. That's when we made eye contact. I felt like my whole world shattered. My multicoloured eyes made contact with his deep chocolate brown orbs. My heart broke when he said the one word that I have been dreading to hear for 8 years. "MATE!" He practically yelled. I was snapped out of my nightmares about my future with this guy when I felt something come up my throat. I tasted the metallic taste of my own blood as it dripped out of my mouth. That's right. I'm about to die. I won't have a future. "If I knew your name I would so reject you." I smirked "but I heard the pain of loosing a mate is worse than the pain of rejection." I slowly let my eyes close. "I always knew I was going to die. But I never knew it would be my mate that killed me." I said all this in a croaky voice. I wasn't scared to die. To be honest, if it wasn't for my white wolf abilities I would have died a couple of years ago in that run in I had with some other rouges. "No, no! Baby, don't give up on me now! Please." He said quickly. If I really tried, I could heal myself now, but where is the fun in that. But then again... Do I want to die?
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