Focused Rogues

As the rogues entered, Alpha Ciandra closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to put up a fight and not even once did she wonder how they entered when some of the Vagabond Pack’s warriors were guarding the border.

She didn’t need to call out for death anymore, it was already here and unlike the moon goddess who had turned a blind eye and deaf, death heard her perfectly well.

Alpha Ciandra said goodbye to her father and promised if they meet in their next lives, she would protect him first before everything and everyone else.

As sleep started slipping in, Alpha Ciandra heard the movements increasing. She waited and waited. Patiently like a kid waiting for their mother to feed them soup. Like a kid filling her penny jar hoping in the end she will buy herself something good.

Nevertheless, what she expected would happen didn’t.

Loud steps could be heard and then snaps. Trees broke. Murmurs could be heard and still, no pain in her. No wolf was sinking its teeth into her neck. No one was killing h