Prologue

I stared horrified at the sight in front of me. The pride lands on fire. I could hear the screams and sobs of my pride members as they slowly burnt to their deaths.

 

I saw my mom running towards me, if you could call it running, huge claw marks ran along the length of her leg, so deep you could see the bone.

 

As she reached me she kneeled down and looked me in the eyes, "Cecelia," she began, tears in her eyes, "I want you to run. Run and never look back. Learn the ways of a rogue, and stick to them. Take care of yourself my child. And remember I will always love you." She said tears rolling down her cheek, "Now go, don't stop until you know you are safe."

 

Understanding filled my eyes then. They were all going to die and there wasn't anything I could do. I looked at her sadly for the last time and whispered, "I love you," and then I ran, ran as fast as my little legs could carry me away from my dying pride.

 

I weaved through the trees using my enhanced senses to help guide me through the forest, away from the devastation that used to be my home. Home. I no longer had one of those. Tears escaped my eyes as I ran. No, I thought, I'm not going to cry, I will be strong. Strong for my pride, it's what they would want.

 

One thing I vowed that day? Revenge will be mine. They will fall one by one, just like my pride did. They will cry out for help, but no one will help them, just like no one helped my pride.

 

There Will Be Blood.

Chapter 1

I glared hatefully at the men beneath me. Smirking darkly when one stepped on a twig causing a huge crack. They were supposed to be on border patrol, yet they were messing around foolishly. They hadn't even realised me when I was not even hiding myself, just stood up on the tree although I was blending in, and quiet unlike those fools.

 

There were four of them. Three around my age and one that looked to be around 15 maybe even 16. The tallest one had a sense of authority around him, a future beta most likely. He was blonde with broad shoulders. My eyes snapped to the man next to him, slightly shorter than blondie. He had blue eyes with pitch black hair. The one next to him seemed to be the oldest, with light brown hair and green eyes, he looked around 20. Then my eyes landed on the youngest one. Brother to the future beta by the looks of it as he too had his brothers blonde hair and similar feautures.

 

They were all quiet young, such a shame they won't get to grow old. I'm bored, can we just get this over with already? My cat whined. I resisted the urge to chuckle. No love, I want them to notice me. I sighed quietly. Then smirked stepping forward slightly to rustle the leaves. All four of them froze, frantically looking around. I almost laughed, these were supposed to be warriors? They can't even detect where a near by sound is coming from! I was about to jump down but paused as the youngest one whispered, "Did you hear that?" The other three nodded but kept quiet.

 

With their backs to me, I jumped down from the tree landing on my feet quietly without a sound. I nearly laughed when I realised they hadn't even heard me. They should've been able to detect my presence by now. How pathetic, my cat drawled in my mind and I fully agreed with them.

 

"Looking for something?" I asked innocently, smirking when they turned around shocked that I snuck up on them. The beta stepped forward growling menacingly.

 

"Who are you?" He growled. I smirked at him.

 

"My name?" I asked contuing when he nodded, "Cecelia," I trailed off hearing their shocked gasps, terror filling their eyes. So they've heard of us, my cat stated amused. It seems they have, I replied to her chuckling darkly in my mind. I had quite a reputation. Many had heard of my slaughtering ways and how I killed in cold blood, it seems these werewolves had too.

 

"We need to take you to our alpha," The oldest one stated emotionless. I looked at him curiously. He's hiding his fear, my cat stated. Ah, that would make sense. 

I sighed bored of my game already. "No you don't." I stated feelings my claws extend. He eyed me wearily and with no warning I pounced leaving claw marks along his neck, smirking as he fell to the floor dead. The other three stared at his dead body wearily. Then they attacked whilst the youngest one stayed frozen in the spot, whimpering slightly.

 

They came at me from opposite sides making me smirk and moving out the way, laughing loudly when they collided. While they recovered I snuck up on the future beta dug my hand into his chest, grabbing his heart and ripping it out, hearing his friends gasp. I smirked darkly turning around with his heart still in my hand.

 

Then the older one came at me shifting into his wolf form, attacking me out of pure rage. This just made him an even more pathetic fighter than he had been in the first place. I slashed my claws along his neck watching as the life drained from his eyes and he dropped to the ground, dead.

 

"You killed them," I heard a shocked whisper. I turned around looking at the youngest boy.

 

"Yes I did." I told him smirking.

 

"Why?" He asked. He was as pale as the snow on the ground. Well the snow that was on the ground, it no longer looked like snow. It was stained crimson red from the three dead wolves' blood.

 

"Why not?" I retort.

 

"They were innocent!" He exclaims.

 

"That's what you think. I mean, I was innocent once. Look at me now," I state chuckling darkly, "Now love, if you value your life, I suggest you run." I tell him feeling nice enough to spare his life. He was young, too young to die. Innocent. Although after this, I doubt he will be.

 

I watched as her ran off as fast as he can. Ran for his life, just like I had 10 years ago. 10 years. That's how long ago it was that my life was taken from me. Not by my death, but by the death of my family. They were murdered in cold blood by a werewolf pack, hence to why I despise and kill werewolves for the hell of it.

 

Power. That's all that werewolves want, making the pathetic, disgusting creatures. Ironically, I used to get along with most werewolves that I came across. Then they attacked us, simply for on thing. Power. We were a small pride because our breed of cat is rare. They wiped us out for no reason. Frankly, I believe I'm the last of my kind. Last of the white amur leopards.

Chapter 2

I stared at myself in the mirror with a sinister smirk. Blood coated my clothes and skin, just the way I like it. My long white hair was in knots, with splatters if blood in it. My icy blue eyes had a feral glint in them, showing how dangerous I am. Showing I'm a rogue.

 

Ten years ago, at the age of 9, my pride were attacked and killed, leaving on me left as a survivor. Since then, I became a killer. I kill werewolves in cold blood, not caring about how much pain their families will go through once they find their bodies. However, I only kill me. I couldn't stand the though of harming a woman or child in any way. Not even werewolves.

 

I looked down at myself rolling my eyes at the tears and rips running across my simple leggings and lace top. I only have these clothes left, as they are still in much better condition than the rest of my clothes.

 

I looked back at the mirror, pondering about what I was to do next. An idea formed in my mind and my eyes widened as I smirked. I think it's time I visit a pride, it's been a while since I have been around werecats, I guess it's time to see old friends. That's if they even remember me of course. I haven't kept in touch since those mutts killed my pride.

 

Still to this day I haven't got a clue as to which pack slaughtered my pride, but when I do find out? Well, let's just say that pack will no longer exist. They caused me pain, I'll cause them pain back, only ten times worse.

 

I chuckled darkly and headed out of the room, realising I didn't look too presentable and people would get suspicious if they saw me.  I sighed and turn around, running to the window and jumping through, landing swiftly on my feet. I hissed slightly pulling out the glass that had imbedded itself into my skin, growling at the smell of my blood.

 

I headed towards the forest, in a direction which I assume would be towards werecat territory. Werelion territory to be precise. I jumped up on the trees and started jumping tree to tree feeling safer off the ground. It was in my nature, our kind liked climbing, in fact, personally I love climbing.

 

I stopped suddenly hearing high pitched screams from a woman. No, a child if I'm correct. I zoned in on my cats senses listening carefully and bolting towards the sound as I heard another scream. I stopped in my tracks as I got to a clearing, with a child kneeling on the ground.

 

She looked battered and beaten, blood oozing out of several wounds, making me growl slightly. How dare they hurt a child, I fumed to my cat. When we find them I am ripping them to shreds, my cat hissed in agreement.

 

"Are you okay, child?" I called out to her cautiously, not wanting to scare her. Her head snapped up and she turned to look at me, tears pouring down her cheeks.

 

"They took her," she whispered.

 

"Took who love?" I asked gently, walking towards her slowly as to not startle her.

 

"My mom!" She cried out, launching herself at me, I caught her hugging her to me.

 

"We'll get her back don't worry," I tell her. I was determined to help this little girl, "Can you tell me what happened?"

 

"We were playing and then this man came out of the tree growling at us. He told my mom that he was going to take us to work for him. My mom refused and called him a red eyed monster, 'cause he had red eyes, you know? Then mom more came out of the trees surrounding us and turned into wolves and attacked my mommy. She told me to run and I ended up here!" Werewolves, my cat growls, of course it would be them. i hmned it agreement, they must've been rogues... Red eyes? I say to her. Most likely, she says.

 

Then I remembered I don't even know what this girl is, and sniffed the air. Werecat. Those pathetic creatures once again attacked werecats. She's a werelion by the smell of it. I kneeled down and looked her in the eyes.

 

"Right, here's what we're going to do love," I say to her, "We're going to go back to your pride, you will stay there, where it's safe and you'll have protection and then I will find your mother."

 

"You promise?" She asks in a quiet voice. I smile at her, a genuine smile.

 

"I promise." I tell her, "Let's get you home love." I say grabbing her hand and heading towards the werelions' pride lands.

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Texte: Reka Novak
Bildmaterialien: All images from Google.
Lektorat: Reka Novak
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 21.02.2014

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For my family and friends. For always being there for me and encouraging me to do what I want. They pushed me in the right direction, always encouraging me to do my best. For that, I thank them and write this book for them.