Chapter 37

Rhea.

I've always been on the run, on the lookout for enemies. My survival instinct had been activated since I was a kid. Being home less is not new to me, I've been homeless since I could remember.

It's either we are running from wolf hunters or running from other werewolves who sees us as threats.

I don't know the history of how I became a rogue, all I know is I grew up in the woods and was always on the run.

No one to love me, no one to care for me. I learned the hard way how to survive, how to protect myself until one fateful day when I was attacked by herd of wolves.

I woke up abruptly and found myself surrounded, I was scored but I didn't allow the fear sink in, I need to save myself.

I looked around and realized that I am on the borders of a pack.

There was no time to cast blame on anyone as I brace myself up for war.

I couldn't win, no__ I didn't win. I was wounded and weak. I haven't eaten any substantial meal for 2 days in a row, my wolf Gwen was too weak to hunt for