The Rogues Chapter 1

I awoke in my bed. screams of pain and fear filling my ears. I ran outside. wearing nothing but my pjs. my black and teal hair suck to my face due to static. I looked around, and just caught sight of my brother, Luke, to see a rogue bite into his neck and rip out his wind pipe. I stared in shock. but came to my senses when I heard a familiar wimper from behind me. I turned in time to see my mothers pale white wolf fall to the ground. shifting into her naked human body. rage washed over me as I looked straight at the killer. a rogue. I launched shifting into my pitch black wolf in mid air. I bit down on the grey wolfs neck cutting open his wind pipe. he died before me in seconds. I ran back to my mother. Nudging her with my nose. "p-promise me... Aleksandr you will ...run. r-run u...until your.... untill your safe.... don't stop running unti..." she was cut short as I watched her dark brown eyes role back into her head. I nudged her with my nose again. no response. I shifted back to my now naked human body, my bones clicked into place. I rested my head on her chest. nothing. slowly tears fell from my eyes onto my cheeks. I lifted my head from her chest and whispered. "I promise" with that I transformed to my black wolf and ran into the forest as fast as I could. tears falling, dampening my fur.
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I had been running for hours, my legs burned, my breath heavy. my head was held low, I slowed my pace to a walk. the air suddenly felt heavier, I looked around for a moment, I was in new territory. I backed up lightly. but then ran again. knowing if I left I would be attacked faster. it was only minutes before a large grey wolf attacked me. pushing my small black wolf down. forcing me to lay. I growled, my eyes flaring. I bit down into the paw beside me. the wolf yelped, pulling back. I took that chance to escape, pouncing onto the wolf. not wanting to harm him, but feeling like I had no choice. being a smaller wolf he could knock me off easily. but I put a paw on the base of his neck, knowing his movements were restricted now. I put a little more pressure on his neck. not enough to hurt, just enough to make it so he can't move. the wolf looked up at me with pure hatred. "fucking rogues" he growled out loudly. I wasn't a rogue....I could be... it never crossed my mind... but he is right, I'm a rogue now. I let him go, backing up so he could attack me.

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