Heart of a rogue

*Chapter 12 - ripple effect

Last chapter has been removed, for it was Declan's pov. But roughly this happened in the cel:

She started to laugh. "They'd expect me to be Luna. That's a role I'm not suited for."

It hurt to say it, but I forced the words out. "You don't have to be my Luna."

She stopped laughing, her curiosity piqued. "Continue..."

"It's just an idea," I began slowly. "But we can work something out. You wouldn't have to live directly in the pack. We could build you a house on the border, a place where you can have space, and no one will bother you. You'd be my first line of defense at one of the borders. It's a position of great honor. I think you're strong enough to handle it."

They made a deal and she got out, but she had to show good behaviour. 

Lucille pov

The offer Declan had made kept circling in my head. It was an okay deal. I could see myself living in a cute, secluded cottage, just surviving on my own. And whenever I needed something, I wouldn't have to steal it—I could go into the pack and get food...

I wouldn't have to deal with my family or pack business, and if there were any intruders, I'd still have an excuse to fight. Especially if they were rogues. I could easily take them down.

There was just one small problem...

I had to behave in this camp and work my way up to the highest-ranking uniform—purple. I kept forgetting the exact order, so let me remind myself: it starts with gray, then orange, then red, blue, and finally purple.

If you manage to reach purple, it means you're either fit to return to pack life or, in my case, you get that cute, secluded cottage.

First thing after I was out of the holding area, I went straight to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. It wasn't the most enjoyable meal with everyone staring at me. I probably looked like I was about to snap and put my hand through someone's chest or something... Oh, wait...

I still hadn't gotten my claws back. I think it was my defense mechanism flaring up—must've been because I felt so damn threatened.

It was fun, though, walking past the training field with those poles and seeing Geoff struggle under the sun. Couldn't help but stick my tongue out at him. He was lucky to even be alive.

My lunch was a decent sandwich—melted cheese and ham. Also, an apple, some chocolate milk, and a bottle of water to wash it down. I didn't really recognize anyone fun, most of them were higher-ranking, so I ended up sitting alone.

Eventually, I was interrupted by what sounded like a dying whale or something. I turned and saw Sam rushing toward me, fat tears streaming down his face.

"Luce!" He screamed across the cafeteria, catching the attention of pretty much everyone in the room.

Without any warning, he jumped on me and wrapped me in a tight hug while bawling his eyes out. I tried to shush him, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't you ever fight again!" He begged, still clinging to me.

"I can't. Or I'm dead..." I joked.

"I don't think Sam would forgive you again," Belle laughed, strolling over to us. "He was a wreck the past two days."

I cooed at him as he smothered me, of course, until I decided it was enough.

"Thanks for stopping me, Sam," I muttered.

His eyes widened in confusion. "What?"

"Did you just thank me?" He started chuckling. "I don't know what Big Alpha did to you, but man, he can go down on you more often." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.