Mates with Alpha Dylan

The Encounter

I'm lost.

I'm confused.

I'm heartbroken.

But most of all?

I'm fucking pissed.

I'm pissed at myself for leaving.

I'm pissed at myself for not being able to save my dad and my pack.

I'm pissed at myself for trusting Alec.

I should've been here.

And because I wasn't, they're gone.

I have nothing.

This house has too many painful memories.

Not enough good ones.

Besides it's too big for one person.

I may have my car, but I don't use it.

That was only for meetings.

I have materialistic things.

They mean nothing.

Nothing.

And that's what I have left.

I have lost every single thing that I have ever loved.

What am I supposed to do now?

I was asking myself that question up until an hour ago.

It's time for me to leave.

I can't stay here.

It's too much.

Which means I'm a rogue now.

By chance.

Definitely not by choice!

I'm heading out to the woods and I don't know where I'm going or where I'm going to be led but I'm just gonna go with the flow.

That was my dads favorite catchphrase.

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I've been walking for about three hours now.

I think.

I left my territory a while ago but I'm not tired. I don't think I've even broken a sweat yet. Being in shape helps a lot, thanks to all of that training.

I still have no idea where I'm going though.

I've kept my direction the same.

But that's all I know.

There aren't any packs nearby that I know of so I have nobody to go to, I mean unless I walk for two states..?

Yeah no I'm good.

I'm for sure not going to call anyone either because I don't want to be a burden. I'd also have to deal with an entire packs sympathy.

The thought of that alone makes me cringe.

As I walk and think, I start to realize that maybe rogue life is what's best for me.

Don't you?

I mean I seem to think so, but then again I could be completely wrong.

What if I'm in way over my head?

Will I find someone?

Another rogue?