Prologue

“NO!”

“RUN!!!”

Screaming rained threw the forest. “Fuck, go FASTER,” a voice screamed.

“NO, Ra….” Blood turned the ground red…. The earth looked like it was bleeding, a wound that could never heal.


((Ok I know not much of a prologue, but its better then nothing -_-))

Chapter 1~

Chapter 1
Four years Before…

“Freak…”
“Loser…”
“FAG!!”
“Whatever,” black and silver hair fell in front of his face. “I really don’t give a flying fuck what you a-holes have to say,” he snapped back. A brunette boy grabbed him by the coller of his shirt. “Now, now fuck up… don’t get a attitude,” the boy growled.
“Get off of ME,” the black haired boy growled in fury. The brunette punched him in the face and laughed as he hit the locker, his nose was bloody and his lip felt split. “Well, my opinion matters a whole lot more then you, you worthless piece of shit,” he snickered…
That was the last day I remember… the day my life changed forever.

“Drake, wake up, time for school, you’re lucky they already have you registered or you’d be home all day with me,” his mother snapped. Drake shook “K,” he was ready to go in less than seven minutes.
“Are you ready Yet,” his mother yelled. He ran down stairs and grabbed his bag. He looked at his reflection ad sighed. He had changed a lot in the Four years it had been scenes he had been there. He growled as his emo style hair covered his eyes. His eyes changed from silver to gold to violet to icy blue and back, he couldn’t keep them steady anymore, well at least when he felt strong emotions. He shook out his hair and pulled the band shirt down a little more and the jeans up. He loved these ripped jeans, before he left his best bud, Marcus gave them to him, and He walked out the door locking it as he went. He knew his mother was going to be pissed when she found herself locked in but then she couldn’t get drunk again.

He ran down the sidewalk, his body hummed with energy. He shook it off and focused on his eyes, they should be at blue, but if not it will be gold. He walked almost a mile and saw the school, it looked exactly the same as before. The enternce crowed by the ‘IT’ crowed, it would hold football players, cheerleaders and a then any other athletic people. Drake stopped and looked at the people that had caused him so much pain and tomant for two years, because he couldn’t be like them, because he couldnt change back then. He looked at the rows of people and saw all his class mates, the people that he hated and wished for death years ago, now he just don’t give a fuck about them. He walked through the crowds egnoring the growls and shocked faces of his class mates. He walked through the building already knowing what classes he would be taking, his schedule came to the house yesterday when they got there. He walked towards the Gym, only he would have PE when they also had Athletics. Drake pushed open the door of the gym and sat at the top of the bleachers. Mr. Backer’s walked into the room. AS soon as he caught sight on Drake sitting in the bleachers he snickered. At that moment seventeen other students came through his door, and then out of the athletics door came twenty. Drake looked at all the foot ball players, track runners, and swimmers.

“Welcome, Drake…” he looks down at the paper in his hands. “Dragster,” Drake shook his head and growled. “Draster, Mr. Backer,” the teacher glared, “Well Drake, You and…” he looked at the few people in the real gym class and turned his head to the athletics, “Mace, over here battle, to submit, not claws, only body and teeth, just don’t kill each other, if you can even fight that is… Mr. Draster,” Drake looked shocked, Macerlake was one of the meanest of his old tomenters. He glared at Mace and turned his head, his black strands covered his eyes white strands still criss crossed threw his hair he growled softly, he wasn’t going to play games with this guy, he didn't even want to be given the chance to be touched by him. “No,” he said it clearly. The coach snarled and glared at him. “NOW, Mr. Dragster or ill have him fight you on the bleacher!” Drake rolled his eyes and jumped down the bleachers, he landed on the gym floor and pushed his hair back. “Ya, and I have a choose in this HOW,” Drake snarled walking forward. Mace smiled, he was taller, a lot taller and build for the position he played as quarterback, Drake growled, his smiled widened.

“Bring it on LOSER, FREAK…..FAG,” Drake full out snarled, he shifted in seconds, theres one thing about this school, it was for shifters and humans so the humans knew about the shifters, they were able to get into town that other people could not, but it did come with a price. Drake hissed, his black body crouching, he had silver and white rosettes spotting his fur. Maces face looked shocked. He shifted, he was a pitch black panther, complete with the extra size from his father, you could see the outlines of some stripes from his Bengal heritage. Drake tackled him, his fource pushing Mace back across the floor. “Fuck you PRICK FUCK YOU” he said using the mind link all shifters shared. “Bring it on DRACO, BRING IT,” Mace hissed as Drake got flipped under him. He pushed his teeth to his throat. “SUBMIT TO ME NOW,” he snarled. Drake growled and went limp but didn't submit, he through his body waight up and Mace pulled them to the side, Drake grabbed Maces shoulder between his large insicceres and snarled. “YOU SUBMIT FIRST OR DRAW,” he growled. Mace hissed and snarled his teeth cutting off any air that could go into his lungs, Drake started feeling light headed. “SUBMIT,” Mace snapped .Drake had Mace pinned under him and as he fought for breath. His paws started to slip under him, he moaned as his knees buckled.His feline body fell onto of Maces cat form, his vistion spotted with black dots. He passed out as Mace tightened his grip. “Dam, hes stronger…” hiss a voice. “Ya a fucking ass load stronger, he nearly beat ME,” laughed Mace. He was in his human form. Drake had shifted when he passed out, he moaned as he pulled air through his brused windpipe. It would be healed in a hour but it hurt like a bitch. He looked up at the people around him and growled. He jumped to his feet and his knees nearly gave out he hissed in pain and kept pushing through the crowd. He braced himself on the bleachers as he grabbed his stuff. He hurt everywere. He moved towards the door and yelped as his one knee went out. He heard some humans chuckle but all the shifters took steps forward a hint of worry in there eyes, after a fight it usally doesn’t do that. He lifted himself up and whimpered as he walked out the door every step sending a lighting bolt of pain up his legs and through his blood. “Drake, you cant leave class, It hasent been DISMISSED,” he could here Coach Backer yelling. Drake kept walking, he had Us History and then three other classes, Art then lunch, and his day would be over.

*&* &*&

Art was interesting….. Mace wouldn’t keep his minions away, they watched his every move. He snarled as Jackson, one of Maces buds, fallowed him to the paint supplies. “What the FREAK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?” he snarled softly. Jackson stopped, and Drake grabbed the black and white paint set and walked back to his table. He looked around the room, all the humans looked bored except the two who loved Art apparently, and almost all the shifters were doing quick work. Drake looked at his barley finished work and groaned. It was going to be a tiger, a white tiger, with the black strips and everything, then he was going to do the yin and yang sign as the pupil in the eye. The background was going to be a snow covered forest, but that wasn’t going to be done in paint, “What are you working on Mr. Draster,” the art teacher walked towards him and he lowered his eyes to the outline on the page. “A surprise,” he whispered and he covered the picture, hiding it from sight. Before Mrs. Kelly could say anything the bell rang, Drake pushed the sketch and the set into his locker in the art room and headed out the door with his followers right behind him. He turned to them in the hall. “GO AWAY!!!” he screamed and they flinched back but didn't move. Jackson answered with a smirk. “Mace said watch you and we will in tell he says otherwise, Drake gave them a death glare and headed towards the exit. “Were are you going…” hissed Jackson. Drake chuckled. “I don’t have anymore classes I’m goin HOME, in tell we move into the clans house im in town,” Drake yelled flipping them his middle finger and walking out of the hall. Jackson growled and they started to follow him outside. Drake growled and sprinted to the woods and shifted his backpack in his locker and everything he needed at home, he leapt for the trees and in joyed his second form. He saw the guys running after him. HE growled as they watched him in the trees. HE flicked his tail and laid on the branch, they were deturmained to watch him then they could watch him sleep in a tree for a hour or two. The school was in walking distance if they wanted to eat they could go, or not. He purred lightly as the sun hit his black back and warmed his fur.

“JACKSON,” Drake jerked awake and growled he nearly fell out of the tree and had to wake him up. “WHAT THE HELL!” Mace growled as he stormed towards them. “Marco says you’ve been out here looking at a tree for who the hell knows how long,” Jackson frowned. “Drakes up there, he got pissed and shifted and has been asleep in a tree for the past twenty minutes. “Well I WAS asleep but someone woke me up.” Drake jumped down landing on the balls of his feet he absorbed the impact and stood in his human form. Mace looked at him and growled “Well FUCK, sorry I woke the poor pussy cat from his cat nap, go crawl back into your cornor and hide,” he growled Drake flashed his fangs and smiled. “Sure thing BABY,” he growled and walked downt he road into town. He left the boys stairing after him. HE walked down the street hands in his pockets and his mind realing. He sighed as his house came into view. He walked threw the door and got a beer bottle to the head. He yelped and lept back. Hois mother glared. “HOW DARE YOU LOCK ME IN HERE!!!!” He shrugged. He knew why he showed extream weakness today after the fight, his mother had beat him unconches yesterday and his body hadn’t completely healed. He walked into his room and locked his door. If his mom got out of the house she would be druck as can be tomarrow. Drake tried to sleep but a scence of loss kept him from sleeping, he looked around his room and shrugged nothing was diffrant. He closed his eyes and finally relaxed finally into sleep….

Dream

“Ra, RUN,” blond hair fell infront of there eyes as they ran threw the woods, screaming could be heard from the side. “Ryan’s dead, COME ON YOU CANT DIE RALEN COME ON,” screamed another male voice ahead. “IM not going to make it SAM, I can’t,” there breathing was labored and heavy, as they started to slow the pounding paws of dogs and people could be heard. The ground came closer as the boy fell to his knees. He was grabbed from behind and pulled into a cold body. “Ralen, I cant believe you’re the one to give up first… hum maybe you aren’t as strong as I thought,” the guy holding him licked his neck, he growled and started to struggle his body was numb but he wouldn’t die without a fight. “There’s my boy,” the guy whispered before shoving his wrist onto Ralen’s face, Ralen screamed as the blood ran down his throat, then everything went dark, as the guys fangs bit into his neck….

Drake woke up screaming. “DAM,” he cried pulling his knees to his chest he felt the tears running down his face. He knew what that meant. His mate, his soul mate was dead, before they ever even meet. “It’s not fare…” he cried in tell the light shown threw his blinds. He opened his eyes and looked at the time. It was time to get ready for school. He whimpered and uncurled from his curled up position. He sighed as he pulled on some blue ripped jeans and a black and silver shirt that said ‘LIFE… SUCKS’ he wanted to laugh and smiled at that but couldn’t bring his self to. His life wasn’t worth anything anymore, the one person he couldn’t wait to meet, he changed for was dead, and he couldn’t do anything, ya fate might give him a new mate, but he didn't want to have to live through that. HE walked down stairs and his mother’s hand meet his face before he could blink. “A-hole, why are you still here,” she was drunk, yep she got out last night, and he wasn’t going to lock the door today, she wanted to drink herself to death then she can, it’s been going on scene his father died. “I’m heading out Mom, I’ll see you after school,” he hissed as he walked out the door. Drake walked towards the school, the sidewalk hot under his feet. He held his head down he walked through the crowd of people.

He bumbed into the back of someone standing in the door way. “Watch it, FREAK,” growled Jackson, his smile widened as he saw who it was. “Aw, what happened Draco, DAD hit you to hard, because he was disappointed in his son,” Drake looked up his eyes a blazing scarlet, a new color. “NO, BECAUSE HE DIED LAST YEAR, and MY MATE DIED YESTERDAY, so your commets and your opinions mean SHIT to me at this point, so FUCK YOU and go to HELL because im NOT DEALING WITH YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT, SO FUCK OFF,” Drake screeched as he pushed past the shocked shifters. He felt Mace’s eyes on his back, as he walked towards gym class. Drake stopped by his locker and grabbed his books, he looked at the dark space and sighed. He slammed it shut and walked into the gym. It had already started and Coach Baker gave him a ferm glare. “What are you doing in here so late.” Drake shrugged and turned to sit down but the coach blew his whisle. “No, you are not going to sit down and act like you didn't show up late to class, you are going to be on Jacksons team, Mace you can tell him what postion he is going to be playing,” with that the class got ready to play basketball. Jackson glared slightly, Mace just stared. “Fine, Draco…” but before he could finish the scentence. “My names DRAKE, not DRACO,” he hissed. He was having a bad day already. Mace didn't move but Jackson got mad. “Well, sorry MR. DRAKE,” he hissed. Drake nodded and moved over to side. He played as far as he could. It was ten minutes before the class was over and the teacher yelled. “ Drake run a mile and half before you leave, as punishment for getting to class late.” Drake nearly screamed. He was sore and tired, and his emotions were running ramput. He started running and relaxed. He used to love to run. When he left this school, he was in track and other sports, he loved to run the most, his dad used to push him to do his best, so when eh died and they moved back he couldn’t loss himself in it anymore. He ran his eyes closed and pictured himself in the woods running with his dad. He went faster and faster he pasted four and a half miles in a minute, he really didn't care he had two more minutes and wanted to run as long as he could.

“Draster, come here,” Drake looked up and skidded to a stop he rolled on the ground and growled. “Fuck,” he got to his feet and walked towards the coach. “Yes,” he glared at the coach. “Well, I was going to say I only said a mile and a half not four and half, but if you would like we could use you on the track team, Mace and Jackson, might be able to keep us in the leuges but we need more good runners, and if you would like…” but drake interrupted him. “No, sorry but I’m not joining any teams,” Drake looked at his shirt and it was drenched in sweat. He shook his head and walked around the coach towards the bleachers. The athletics guys were flirting with the girls and were blocking his way.

“Hay, guys I need my stuff.” The guys looked at him funny and went on talking. “I would like to get my stuff and go..” they kept talking. Drake rolled his eyes and grabbed one of them by the shirt and though him over his shoulder. He landed with a thump as Drake grabbed his backpack. The other guys snarled. “Really FREAK,” Drake shrugged and pushed through them and headed to the door. The bell rang before they could grab him.
The end of the school day came quicker then expected. Maces boys continued there game except they were more goofed off then normal. Drake had gotten the first layer of painting done, but wished Art class was longer. He looked at the cafeteria and felt the weight of the days falling on his shoulders. He groaned and started to walk out of the school. His feet dragging on the ground he continued in tell he knew he was about to pass out. He stopped somewhere in the parking lot and sat down. He couldn’t feel his body. He leaned back against one of the trees that made the parking spot. He closed his eyes and was out in seconds. He dreamed of the day his dad died, the car that plowed into him and the wolves that didn’t give a fuck if he died or not.

Flash Back

The sound of the metal being pushed into unnatural positions echoed across the court and school. Drakes form ran towards the front of the building. “Man that’s the worst accident I’ve ever seen…” “I feel sorry for whoever has to identify that body..” “I hope that didn't scratch my car or I’m suing that fucking driver…” all the snide comments and remarks were lost as the familiar black hummer lay in a pile of twisted steaming metal and glass. Drake ran forwards and started ripping at the metal but his dads voice echoed through the unrecognizable doors. “Go ill be fine, tell your mother everything happens for reasons we cant change, ok son, remember I will always love you and your mother, the goddess has reasons for what she does…ill see you again one day…” then everything went quit. HE screamed as someone pulled him back. “Stupid,” the teacher holding him back growled as the car exploded. “DAD…..” that’s all that could be heard the screams of his sorrow of his loss. The sirens stated and everything went black…

Drake jerked awake as voices echoed around him. “I cant believe that loser, after all those years he thinks he can come here and think he can start with a fresh identity, right when I find him….” “Hay Mark isn’t that him layin down over there..” Drake glaced up shacking the fog from his head. “Ya, lets go say HI,” Mark snarled as he walked forward. Mark was a line backer, and had the fitting form to go with it. He had deep grey eyes that showed his anger and light brown hair cut short. Drake rolled his eyes, being a artist really sucked at times like this when you go over all the details of someone in your head you realize how screwed you are. Drake started to get to his feet but the blood rushed down, his vision blurred and he could barely moved. He nearly fell to the ground again, but he held onto the tree and took a deep breath. “Draco, nice to see you again, you remember me im the one you threw across the gym today. Drake blinked a couple of time, “What…” Drake shook his head and nearly fell forwards. “Hay what are you doing Mark, remember what Mace said about leaving the boy alone, something happened yesterday and he revoked the rule this morning,” Jackson stood beside a car and his dead stare at Mark finally got the message through. “Fine, but tell Macen to watch his….well you know,” Mark turned with his group and left. “Well done Jackson, for one who hates him almost as much because of things you stick up for him pretty well,” Maces dark form appeared out of nowhere. “Thanks bud, but I think you could use some info, your boys about to pass out, from the looks of it.” Mace nodded but the motion looked to slow to be real. Drake closed his eyes and couldn’t open them again. He fell forwards, he felt someone’s arms wrap around him, but the smell is what helped him relax. Sage, and the forest during a rain storm. He took a deep breath and growled in content, he didn't want to move, this was the most relaxed he had felt at least before his father’s funeral. “Mace, I think he looks pretty dang comfortable,” chuckled Jackson. Mace growled and slide Drakes bag up his shoulder. “Come on his mom hasn’t put in for rooms at the pack house, he can stay in mine for now…or forever both works for me.” Mace smiled as he carried Drake towards a black corvette.

Chapter 2~

Drake groaned as he woke up. It hurt to move, his body was aching from the intense pressure laying on it. He looked around seeing the dark blue walls and black walls. He looked at the bed he was laying on and winced he knew where he was and really didnt want to know why he was there. He hissed softly as he got to his feet sliding off the bed he let his feet touch the ground, and as soon as the confroter was away from his body he noticed he wasent wereing anything. Except his boxers and his cloths werent any where to be seen. HE growled slightly and looked around and shifted his black and silver form moving across the room the door was slightly open and he used his claws to slowly open the door. He looked around the corners and slowly slide out of the room. his tail swished angerly as he smelt the familer smell of the pack house.

He growled softly as he tryed to blind into the shadows he ranged his hearing and heard nothing. he slowly walked forward taking careful paw steps to make sure he didnt make a mistake and alerted them that he was up. He winced as a sering pain wraped round his joints he froze in place. he growled softly throw clenched teeth. he whimpered softly as he started to move again everystep painful. He looked around and ran down stairs and held in the screams that he despertly wanted to let out. He stopped and closed his eyes wincing softly.

"So leaving with no good bye," the voice that came from behind him nearly had him jumping in the air. He turned to face Mace standing there looking at him. "Will you shift back so u can at least say bye," Mace looked truly upset by his leaving. He tilted his head and winced shifting back. He remebered his situation he didnt dare look up. "COme on Drake heres some sweats," he had a smile on his face and Drake caught them before they landed on his head. He slide them on so fast that Mace couldnt even get a good look at his lower body before the grey sweats were hiding everything. He frowned for a second before ingolfing him in a bear hug. Drake froze shocked before he akwardly hugged him back.

"Ya i need to get home..." but before he had a chance to finish that scentence a fire truck speed by. He had a moment before he shot out the door and into the street following it with his eyes.


Mace was behind him. "I havta go sorry," he kept his body tense as he spoke those words then he was off running at top speed towards the road. Mace was a few yards behind him. He saw his street before long and watched the fire truck stop at his house he lept at the door and screamed as the metal burned his hand, "DAM IT TO FUCKING HELL." he snarled and kicked the door in.

"Mom," but she was no where to be seen he ran past the flaming living room and ran to her room she was passed out on the bed a beer bottle in her had along with a lighter. He took a step towards her she had his fathers picture in her hands and her chest wasent rising like ut usally did when she passed out. He ran to her side coughing slightly he pressed his fingers to her throat her heart wasent beating he screamed, he felt like his world was burning. He quickly scooped ehr up taking the bottle and throughing it agaist the wall keeping the picture with her he ran down the stairs avoiding the flames and out into the freash air. He ran away from teh house grabbed the nearest fireman to the house and pulled him away.

"Get the fuck back that place is going to freakin exploid in about five secodns when it reachs the kitchen." The fireman looked shocked and yelled for everyone to get back. Drake held his mom close and finally reliezed he was alone now. his arm was burned along with half his side, when a team of paramedics came towards him he growled slightly.

"Son we need to help her and you please lay her down on the gurny," Drake slowly nodded and layed her down and stepped away as they rushed ehr to the ambulace. He felt to his knees his head lowered. Mace was right beside him in a instent. "She'll be fine drake," mace wrapped his arms around him and Drake winced slightly. "No shes dead," Mace shook his head. "No they'll help her," Drake shook his head and jumped to his knees. "NO SHE DIDNT HAVE A FREAKIN HEART BEAT FOR HOW LONG AND SMOKE WAS THE ONLY AIR SHE GOT, SHE IS NOT GOING TO BE FINE, SHES DEAD, MY MOTHERS DEAD," he felt his anger dilimish and he felt the tears running down his face at this. Mace only wrapped his arms around him again. "COme on lets go to the pack house everything will be...better," with that he picked drake up and started walking the ten miles back to the pack house. Drake didnt complain his side was burnt along with his wrist to his elbow. He winced before he finally relaxed fully and fell into a hopefully deepsleep. Mace sighed as he started to jog to the house. His father was there talking to a pack memeber. "Mace what happed in our town," his father looked pissed off. "Well.."

Mace winced slightly and looked around quickly. He saw Jackson's form talking to some girl. "Yo, Jackson, can you help me out real fast," Mace looked down at Drake really fast before Jackson walked up. "What happened Mace," Jacksons face was shocked to take in the sight before him.

"Take him and be carful lay him in my room, please, ill owe you i mean it," Jackson nodded and quickly cared him away. Mace turned back to his dad, "Macerlake answer me right NOW!" he pretty much hissed through his teeth. "Sorry dad, um, Drakes mom may have started a fire or it could of been a spark considering how much she drank it could of been that, but, Drake is gonna have to stay here for a little while and I really need you to say yes, because he has no where else to go," his dad looked even reder. "So you want me to let that Bitches cub stay ehre after she casued a fire in my town, you know what he can sleep at the hospital intell that thing he calls a mother gets out and they can get off this territory, and never come back im not even joking boy," Mace was shacking in unresrained fury. "FUCK YOU!" he snarled his dad looked shocked along with Jackson's dad Ace. "What did you say Boy." Mace smiled, "I said Fuck You, if he leaves I leave and the thing you didnt let me fucking get to is that his moms DEAD, ya she died and he's the reason some of the pack members arent BBQed so you can forget it, hes mine and i dont release whats MINE," his dad took a step back pure and undefined shock and fury covered his eyes in a haze.

"Your mate, thats all you had to say, and dont you EVER get a attitude towards me, ok son, he can stay but on one condition, he has to fight Mark or Jackson in a battle for one of there postions as second to them or first depending on how bad hes beat...or them" Mace looked horrified. He pushed the words throw his teeth. "FIne," then he walked towards the pack house, most of the adults were buzzing around while the kids looked on shocked and angered that there parents werent paying attintion. Mace ran up stairs and sighed in relief intell he saw mark and jackson glaring at each other. "GUYS!" they both jumped and looked at him shocked. "Yea!" they said at the same time which erked Mace as he glared at them slightly but his gaze quickly moved to Drake who was still unconchious on the bed. He whimpered as he looked at the long burns crossing his arms. "Drake," he whispered as he sat on the edge of the bed.....

Drakes Dream......

Blood...screams...nothingness... He looked around the room, he could smell his farthers blood mixed with his mothers screams and the smell of burning fleash asulted his nose. "Mom," but nothing answered him it seemed the more breaths he took the darker the room became. He whimpered. He was confused, what is his future without his mother, father, mate, no friends, no expectations. BUt one of those felt wrong as they corssed his mind, he said each one out loud and winced when he said no mate... Then he saw Mace's face as he was being carried in his car to the pack house how he had controled himself undressing him and fixing the cuts and other things that had caused him to pass out, him when he held him at the fire listening and not saying snide remarks that usally made him feel worthless, but trying to reasure him, then Mace when he carried him back to the pack house, then somthing he know he hadnt seen, Mace standing up for him in front of his dad. "I have Mace, thats what this is, my life still has him and thats worth breathing for right," thats when he finally saw the shadows recide in the corners and the once dark blood covered room become clear as a door opened a blinding light shinging through.....

Drake gasped for breath as he woke up again in Mace's room. "M-mace..." then he felt sleep consume him, his body relaxed into the bed.

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