This is the first time I ever wrote from a guy's POV. Give me a break ------------------------------------------------ Josh's POV Class over that fast. Teacher left for a second and never came back. The principal says she had JAM carved into her forehead. More time to spend with the guys. Then I saw the girl of my dreams. Again. In front of her was Danny. My best friend. Behind her was Christian. Small and shy. Danny's perfect prey. Of course next to her was her head drone. The usual routine. Danny picks on Christian and Brea came to the rescue. That's Brea for you. Alpha wolf. That's the one thing I know about her. I'm a wolf too. That's the only way I can tell. Only a wolf can have jet black hair with eyes to match. There's only one problem with one solution, but that won't work either. She's a Stinger. Clear across the forest. The solution that won't work she's exiled. For now. Brea never quits.
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Brea's POV Today's the day. My 100th kill. That means I'm coming home. If I stick a tiny little dagger straight through his heart I'll be back in my den. I miss the forest. If I hadn't met Kinglesy on the path I wouldn't be exiled right now. But I could still end in more trouble. I'm falling for another pack's alpha. This can't be happening. I'm going home now and that's all that matters. If I get what I want back home I might consider my temper. Ahhh home. Back with my best friend Gayle. Azalea's cool but her temper is worst then mine. I can't have that. Not in a million years. Azalea's POV That boy. He's my target. If I don't kill him Brea will. Her killing style fast and brutal. Me. I linger until every drop of blood is drawn from the victim's body. I understand why she flees so fast. Though we kill we still have hearts. But what we do isn't all that bad. Our pack gets some new faces. Cops keep a job. Simple. So tonight I go home. "Im sorry Ouma Shu", I muttered slipping my dagger in my boot. Tonight.