A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
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Gentle noiseless snow descended upon them.
Their fur was marked with the scars of their past but as the white snow laid innocently across their backs, they didn't look as scary. They didn't look like monsters that had been forced into the world out of pain. They looked like simple wolves with dark eyes, searching for something that kept their fragile souls alive.
He walked ahead of his companions. No matter how many times he tried to duck back and follow someone, he ended up in front again. Somehow, they were trying to make him realize his true potential, something he was still trying to see for himself, because he only saw someone unworthy of the title.
His paws left behind a single, clear trail in the fresh snow. A few steps behind, Fox followed with a second set of pawprints. Then General and Amigo, their pawprints parallel at all times, but sometimes Fox would follow them; then, slowly, there were more prints in the snow.
They were joined by more rogues they came across in the wilderness. The pawprints in the snow grew from four, to six, to eight, and then nearly a dozen. Ever so slowly, the paths of different lives crossed and intertwined, and these lost wolves decided to follow him. They followed an Alpha with hopeful eyes because he understood pain.
Banished wolves, lone wolves, warriors who abandoned their duty, they were all rogues in their own sense who had learned to live with the pain and keep breathing. They came from different places but they knew the same pain. The broken ones who chose the spark that ignited the ashes, they were the dangerous flames that made the fire rage, because their hearts would never be tamed.
They were the wildest of rogues who became unified by the strongest brotherhood.
And so, a pack of rogues was forged in Canada.
They were powerful and skilled, fully capable of causing a lot of destruction, but with an Alpha who chose to pursue justice, they were also capable of bringing good. With the right guidance, they could help those who suffered at the hands of the cruel. It was a balance and nobody had ever believed it was possible, until one man was brought through hell and now he was determined to change the lives of others for the better.
That flame may have died in him over the past four years of his lone-wolf life but with his brothers by his side, he realized he had the ability to change that now. He didn't have to wait for help, he didn't have to run anymore, he could actually do something worth remembering. For once in his life, he wouldn't be a coward.
He entered a small clearing in the Canadian forest and he paused. Snow had fallen to cover most of the ground but his eyes were drawn to the rock ledge that bestowed a breathtaking view over a valley that stretched as far as the horizon.
A river snaked between mountain valleys, snow sprinkling the highest elevations, and he fell in the love with the view. It stretched as far as the eye could see, nothing but wilderness for the wildest of souls. A safe haven for those the world rejected.
He turned to look at his brothers, they were watching with perked ears, and Fox gave him a single nod. General nodded, a knowing gleam in his dark eyes.
'This is it,' Amigo was the only one who spoke what everyone was thinking.
Somehow, that let him know. After all the years of torture, searching, questioning his own existence, and running from his past, he had finally found it. They had finally found it, as a strange but close family of outcasts, in which nobody wanted them.
He let his eyes stray around the small clearing once more and he could see it. Like a memory that flashed behind his eyelids, the future began to build itself in his mind. He could picture a rugged house built from the ground with twisted wood, stone, and a strong foundation; it would be perched on the cliff's edge, overlooking the beautiful view of the Canadian wilderness.
It would be the only touch of man in this wilderness. There was no road that led this deep in the forest and no humans could survive in the severe winter temperatures, so it truly belonged to them.
They had already staked their claim, as the wilderness had always been theirs, but now he could put down roots. For miles around him, his brothers could run with freedom, and they could begin a new chapter in their lives.
He had finally found home.
It was beautiful and it was nothing like he had ever imagined, when he had tried to dream of better days in his hellish childhood. He had only wanted to escape his father and brother but now, he had truly found his own place in the world. There was no need to run anymore, he could laugh in the face of danger now because he wasn't alone.
It just felt right, standing in the clearing with his brothers, who were growing excited to begin building, and he was sure of this. A purpose for himself, for them, even when the world told them they were useless and tossed them aside.
They survived against all odds.
Over the next few months, they built their home with their bare hands. From the ground up, everything was worked for from the sweat of their brow, and he found himself proud. He was proud of his brothers, those who had chosen to show him that blood didn't always mean family.
Their unspoken loyalty was unbreakable because there was something about pain that made the strongest connection between tired souls. He felt more comfortable around them than he had ever felt in the presence of Russell. He learned this what he had now, it was true brotherhood, the true meaning of family.
They began scoping out the territory and creating boundary lines. There wasn't a trace of human in this area and he loved that even more. Nobody could touch him out here. Maybe he could finally find the peace he truly desired, maybe his soul could finally rest, and he could be happy.
All his life he had known he was different, he had never fit in with the ones around him, but now he could own it. He made a vow to himself that he wouldn't be like other Alpha's, he wouldn't lose himself in the greed of power. He would go against the grain and fall in love with justice. If someone needed his help, he would be there.
He was building a future of which his past never had.
When they finally established their territory enough to become a recognized pack, they chose a name for themselves. After every other pack had cast them out, they made their own. Nobody could tell them who to be anymore because they could finally be themselves and they made their own rules with the mind of justice. And he loved it.
He had become the Alpha of Rogues.
But now, he was the Alpha of the Radburn Pack.
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*squeals and dances around*
This chapter came out perfect... I LOVE it so much! We're in the final countdown, there are definitely less than ten chapters left
Sorry about the wait for this one, I've been having crazy inspiration for one of my other books so that's where I've been when I'm writing. Anyway, I'm approaching finals week for college, and I'm a bit stressed, but I'm obviously procrastinating and writing lol
