MARIA.
I kept running non-stop. I was tired both physically, emotionally and ntally. I wandered about borders for days, slept on thongs and fed on dirts. I left the pack with nothing, not even a dress. The chill from the air sunk deep into my bones.
Being a rogue ans that you can be attacked or killed by any pack, monsters or hunters or other rogues. Every pack thinks every rogue is bad. That is basically because before you will get banned from your pack you must have committed an unforgivable sin. I used to think that way too but I guess there is sothing wrong just like .
As for monsters and Vampires, those blood suckers use rogues as their prey and witches use them for experints. The hunters, because they know that they cannot attack a wolf pack without asking for war, settle on hunting rogues. Although they sotis make attacks on packs.
Being a new rogue ans that you can be easily attacked by the older rogues.
My legs finally gave in, the burning ache in my muscles forcing to stop. I was tired of running, tired of always fleeing, always enduring. I sank down beneath a wide, silent tree, its rough bark pressing against my back as I struggled to catch my breath. For a mont, the world felt unbearably still, and in that stillness, my thoughts turned inward.
I reflected on my life from the very mont I understood what it ant to exist. There had never been warmth, never a place where I truly belonged. Love was sothing I only heard about, sothing ant for other people. Even my parents had never seen , not really. Their eyes had always passed over , fixed on Patricia, as if she were the only child that mattered. I was a shadow in my own ho, forgotten and unseen.
A heavy uncertainty settled in my chest. I didn’t know how much longer I could survive like this, how long my body or my spirit could endure. Death felt frighteningly close, as though it could reach out and claim at any mont.
Still lost in those dark thoughts, I failed to notice the four figures quietly approaching , unaware that I was no longer alone.
"Well! Well! What do we have here!"
I slowly raised my head, and the sight before made my blood run cold. Four dirty n stood over , their unkempt appearance and ragged clothes giving them a wild, dangerous look. Their eyes road over with a disturbing hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. Dirt sared their skin, and the stench of the forest clung to them like a warning. I didn’t need anyone to tell what they were. One look was enough to know these n were rogues.
They had probably been a rogue for a long ti, long enough for the wildness in their eyes to feel permanent, carved into them by years of survival without a pack.
Well... this is it, I thought numbly. I suddenly felt the need to cover my b**bs with my hands. This is how I’m going to die. The realization hit like a crushing weight. I hadn’t even been given the chance to...
My chest tightened and the tears ca, hot and unstoppable. I cried for my unfortunate life, a very unfortunate one, for every loss and every silent wound I had carried alone. Oh, Moon Goddess, where had I gone wrong? I searched my mories desperately. I couldn’t rember ever offending her, not once. So why, then, did my fate feel so cruel, so unbearably unlucky?
Shortly after I was born, my mother died and then I grew up without a father’s love. Even my mate denied our bond for my step sister, and now I am about to die after being a rogue for just a few days.
The n kept coming closer to . I know in my heart that I can’t fight them after all there was no single strength in .
But I decided that I wasn’t going down without a fight. I looked around and saw a stick lying close to and I decided to use it as my weapon. As soon as one of the n got to , with the little strength I had left I took the stick and struck him with it and then I stood up to run.
I barely managed a few unsteady steps before a rough hand seized from behind. In the next second, my body was flung through the air and slamd hard against the trees. Pain exploded through , stealing the air from my lungs. I had forgotten—too late—that the rogues were four, not one.
A sharp, unbearable agony tore through my back, so intense it felt as though sothing had snapped. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even try. My body refused to obey . Everything and everyone had a limit, and I knew, with bleak certainty, that I had reached mine. So I lay there, broken and helpless, staring into nothingness as I waited for my fate to claim .
"You bitch you think you can get away from us, by the ti we are done with you, then you will know".
The rogues closed in on , their presence heavy and suffocating. One of them reached out, and just as their hands were about to touch , a deep, nacing growl rolled through the air behind us. It was low and powerful, vibrating through the ground beneath us.
They froze. Slowly, we all turned to look. Four mighty wolves erged from the shadows, moving toward us with lethal grace. The confidence of my attackers vanished instantly, replaced by visible fear as their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
The last thing I rember before going unconscious was soone whispering into my eyes.
"We got you, don’t worry" and in a split second, there seed to be an argunt or sort.
"No wait! Isn’t she..."
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