What does the term 'Rogue' mean to you? To some, it may mean a person that has been dishonest or disloyal. A person willing to go against the norm. To others, it could mean a person that's been cast out due to their savage or destructive tendencies. But to me, a rogue is just a person that has been condemned to live a life outcast from everyone else. A rogue is a person that's forced to fight for their survival on a regular and constant basis.
There are certain rules when it comes to living the life of a rogue. 5. Being comfortable can get you killed 4. Always sleep with one eye open 3. Never stay in one spot for too long 2. There are no second chances 1. Kill or be killed Consider these the fundamentals of surviving. If you become complacent, then it won't be long until you're killed. Being a rogue means you always need to be on guard. Always watching over your shoulder. Never knowing who will come after you next. The life of a rogue is never easy. Being a rogue means you're fighting for your life every minute of every day. Most people that are cast out and become rogue rarely live to tell the tale. We're deemed as threats and targeted. We're seen as the enemies to a pack, regardless of our intentions. If we're caught on pack territory, we're killed immediately. Not only that, but they actually celebrate our defeat. They pride themselves on how well they manage to hurt us or how long it took to kill us. It's become a sort of competition for pack wolves. A sport even. Twenty-one years ago, I was born into the Blood Moon Pack. However, I was cast out when I was only a few days old. Why? You may ask. I truly have no idea. Over the years, I've asked myself all the basic questions when it comes to being a rogue orphan. I wonder if my parents are still alive. Will they find me? What about other relatives? Surely I have some of those? Do they know I even exist? Even the fact that I'm a rogue. Something I've never managed to find the actual reason as to why. Why did my pack cast me out all those years ago? Did they see me as a threat? Was it because I had no one to take care of me, so they felt casting me out was the only option? Did my parents do something so horrible that they couldn't bear to even look at me? Whatever the reason, it must be bad because a person isn't deemed a rogue unless it's for extreme purposes. Typically rogues are traitors, criminals, or those that oppose the pack's decisions. It's very rare for children to become rogues unless they are born a rogue. Instead, we are generally placed into the foster care system or made to live like an Omega, a wolf that serves the alpha family. You're probably wondering how I even managed to survive all these years. It's a question that I don't really have the answer to either, only a general sense. I had what you could call an adoptive family. A rogue couple had found me nearly a week after I had been cast out. Something never heard of before. Typically babies can only survive for a maximum of 48 hours without food. They were surprised that I was even still alive. They managed to nourish me back to health and took care of me ever since. Since they had no idea as to who my actual parents were, they decided to adopt me. When my adoptive parents found me, they thought I was dead. Not only was I barely breathing, but I looked like a skeleton. I was literally skin and bones. Even though rogues are typically given a bad reputation, the couple who found me were actually quite nice. Not only did they save me, but they also took me in as one of their own. An act that would only create more risk for them. Rogue babies are normally either killed or left for dead. A rogue life is a dangerous one. It's either kill or be killed. As a rogue, you can't afford to attract attention to yourself. Doing so could cost you your life. So the fact that they decided to take care of me shows how tainted a rogue's reputation really is. It's because of Callista and Maddox that I'm alive today. Each night, they would leave me in a secure cave while they would go in search of food. We kept far enough away from the pack border, but it was too dangerous for me to go hunting with them. I would only slow them down. Not only that, but I would only pose a risk in getting them captured. ...Thirteen Years Ago... Typically Callista and Maddox would avoid having to enter pack territory. It was always a risk, as the border was patrolled 24/7. Pack warriors were always searching for any sightings of rogues. Being caught was instant death. We were never put on trial or even given a second chance. Rather we were exterminated like the vermin they considered us to be. I was taught from a very young age that if for some reason they never returned, I was meant to go on without them. We had gone nearly a week without food and were desperate for anything that could sustain us. Like normal, I had stayed back and slept as my adoptive parents went out. If we didn't find food soon, we would surely starve. I don’t know what possessed me to leave the cave that day. But when I look back on it, I think I knew something was going to happen. That day was like any other. My parents had left during the middle of the night to hunt while I stayed fast asleep in the cave. However, unlike every other night, I found myself growing increasingly restless. I didn’t know why, but I thought a quick walk would help calm my mind. My parents never liked me leaving the cave unsupervised, but I felt I had no other choice. It was as though something was compelling me to leave. I walked the familiar forest, letting my mind relax with nature. I find nature to be extremely relaxing, and I love everything about it. From the starry night sky to the calming smells of the forest. That night, however, there seemed to be a beautiful scent in the air. I had never smelled anything so beautiful before. I followed the scent, quickly forgetting that I shouldn’t wander too far from the cave. The only thing I knew was that I had to find the source of the smell. The more I wandered through the forest, the more potent the smell became. I could hear some voices in the distance. Deep down, I knew that I should run away. But it was as if my body had a mind of its own. The voices started to grow louder, and I knew I had no choice but to go back. I turned around to head back when I came face to face with the source of the beautiful smell. Standing in front of me was a teenage boy. I was only eight, but he looked to be a few years older than me. Even in the night, I could make out his beautiful blue eyes. As if we were magnets, we slowly approached one another. My instincts should’ve told me to run away. I could tell he was a pack wolf, and if he was here, it meant that the guards wouldn’t be too far away. If they found me, I would be killed. My instincts kept screaming at me, telling me not to run. Just being in this boy’s presence put an eerie calm over me. We slowly continued to approach each other until he was standing directly in front of me. Neither of us said anything. As if my body had a mind of its own, I wrapped my arms around him. He didn’t say anything, but soon after, I could feel his arms wrap around my waist....Unknown POV... This was my first time running patrols. Wolves are not allowed to join the patrols until the age of sixteen. However, being the alpha’s son, my father trained me harder than any other pack wolf. He was still leery taking me out on patrols, but I convinced him otherwise. Something inside me was itching for me to join them. My dad enjoyed my eagerness to take up the responsibilities of the pack. So while he was concerned about me joining the patrols, he quickly gave in to my request. I didn’t know why tonight was any different. Perhaps it was because I was getting closer and closer to my sixteenth birthday. The day in which I would get my wolf. It was also the day I would find my mate. I was super excited about both events. Probably even more so for the mate bond. I had seen how special the mate bond truly was. I had also seen what going against the mate bond was like for wolves. My father decided to go against the mate bond by choosing his own mate. At the
...Wynter POV... I could hear movements nearby. I’m pretty sure he could as well since he immediately moved in front of me. “What’s the meaning of this?” A furious man bellowed at us. Neither of us said anything. I just looked at the man, confused as to who he was. He had a powerful aura to him. I realized that he must be an alpha. Suddenly, it was as if my mind finally caught up with my body. If I was truly standing in front of an alpha, then it meant that they would soon kill me. I felt my body shiver in fear. Darius also seemed to notice as he pulled me tighter into his back, shielding me from the man in front of us. I buried my head in his side, terrified of what was about to happen. “What are you waiting for? Kill her!” The man roared at Darius. I looked up at him, only to be faced with his beautiful blue eyes looking back at me. He didn't seem afraid or upset even. Rather he continued to look down at me with awe. I was weirdly comforted by that look. “No!” He ye
...Darius POV... I was terrified. I didn't want to show it, and I knew I couldn't think it either, as Wynter would only pick up on it. I needed her safe. But with my father in the picture, I knew that wasn't an option. My dad wasn't nicknamed stone cold for a reason. He was a merciless killer, especially to rogues. I never understood his hatred towards rogues. I know that everyone hates them, but not to the extent my dad does. So the moment my dad came into the picture, I knew there was only one way out of this. He wanted to kill Wynter. However, I would never let him do that to her. I still don't understand my infatuation with her, but I knew I needed to protect her with my life. I know it sounds extreme, but I would be willing to die for her. All it took was one look into her beautiful eyes for me to under her spell. I wanted to protect her, which is why I had placed myself in front of her. The last thing I ever expected was for her to jump in front of me. I didn't know what
...Alpha Xander POV...How dare she defy me. Did she really not know who I am? This mangy pup had the audacity to defy me. Me, of all people. I would've been impressed had she not been a rogue.I had watched my son's encounter with her earlier. At first, I had thought that she was a witch, attempting to control my son. But I soon realized that it was much deeper than that.The way they were reacting with one another would make me think that they were mates. But that's impossible. Mates can't find each other before the age of sixteen. My son was only twelve years old, and this girl seemed even younger than him. Which meant they couldn't be mates, right?I was at first impressed with my son. He managed to find a rogue all by himself. He had strayed away from me when I was talking to one of the patrol guards. I managed to find him not long after, but he had been acting weird. As if they were having conversations in his mind. But that's ridiculous, right?As I made myself known, I was sur
...Darius POV...As I watched my dad walk away, I turn back to Wynter."Are you ok, Little One?" I ask, looking for any sign of injuries.She just challenged my father and lived to tell the tale. She managed to block his attack without even lifting a finger. This girl was far more powerful than I had given her credit for. She already had me under her spell, but I felt compelled to find out more about her with everything that's just happened.She reached up and touched my cheek with her small hand, instantly calming me down. I've never met anyone that had so much power over me. Just the thought of harm coming to her made me furious. Even though I knew I stood no chance against my father, my instincts were to protect her. 'She must be my mate.' I thought to myself. I've never before had the desire to be with someone in the way I desire to be with her. "What's a mate?" She questions me once more, bringing a smile to my face.I remember her asking me earlier. However, with the sudden ap
...Wynter's POV...Months had gone by since I first found Darius. So much happened in such a short time frame. That night, I found out that I had far greater abilities than I ever could've imagined. Callista and Maddox had always said I was special, but I just figured that they meant it figuratively, not literally.Though I doubt, even Callista and Maddox knew about my abilities. With Darius' help, we soon found out that I was a hybrid, which meant that I was both a witch and a werewolf. Darius came to visit me at least once a week. He would study more about my abilities, and together we would test them to see what I could or could not do. I was just as interested as he was in finding out what I could do. I started to believe that Darius was my mate. He had explained to me the night we met what a mate was. He had said that a true mate makes you stronger. Ever since I had met Darius, I felt incredibly powerful. I think a lot of that also had to do with Darius himself. He treated me as
...Alpha Xander POV...I had my men follow Darius without his knowledge. I had trained him well, which made it difficult for my men to follow him. However, they managed to succeed. They would inform me of Darius's and Wynter's relationship, and how it seemed to be flourishing. My guards also informed me of everything else to do with that girl. I was informed of their surprising pack members, other rogues that had joined them to form their own pack. If there's one thing that could never be trusted, it would be a rogue pack. Rogue packs were only formed to take down a pack. They knew that to take down a pack, they would need a lot of help, which is why I grew worried at their increasing size. Unlike traditional rogue packs, they continued to stay on the move, which made it difficult to find them at times. However, without my son's knowledge, I had a team in place that would continue to provide me with the rogue pack's new location each time they relocated. My son seemed long gone with
...Wynter's POV...After Alpha Xander left, I was left standing there alone. I crumbled to my knees, not able to keep my tears locked away any longer. It felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. I had to decide between Darius and my pack. It was a decision I never thought I would ever have to make. But I knew their fates rested in my hands. I had no choice but to accept Alpha Xander's command. As much as I hated myself for it, I couldn't risk the lives of my pack members. They each had helped me in so many ways. The least I could do is protect them.This was something I could control. If anything happened to them, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Regardless of what happened, I would know that they died because of me. Their deaths would be on my hands. If there was any way to prevent it, then it meant that I had no other option. I had to stay away from Darius.I hated what I was about to do, but I had no choice. There was no other option. As Alpha Xander stated, he had