My name is Iris Lowe. I am a rouge. A rouge that was forced to be one.My whole pack was killed by a monster. Some might call him Caim. He killed my brothers and parents without even thinking. But I was hidding. He luckily didn't see me. They say that no one ever survived his attack.
But, they were wrong.
Im a 19 years old and since I was 16, I survived this fucked up world by being a rouge. The good thing about being a rouge is that you can be a wolf a whole month, without anyone being mad at you. I am a black wolf with red spots on my head. I am a very small wolf, but I am fast. As for my human part. I have black hair and believe it or not red eyes. Yes, my eyes have been that way since I was born and no, I don't wear contacts.
I live in a den in the middle of the woods in Alaska. I freaking adore this country. There aren't a lot of packs here. But there is one close to me. And it's Caim's pack. I heard that there are more than 100 lycans there. And lycans are really rare. They are training 24/7 and are unstoppable.
I don't want to move away from here because this was my packs territory. And there aren't many rouges because of Caims pack. You might think that us rouges love other rouges.
Well... That isn't exactly right. If a male rouge meets a female one he will force himself on her. And mark her as his. He will use her for pups and he won't allow any other wolf close. They are some nasty creatures.
But yet here I am talking shit about my kind.
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Caim
WerewolfHe is the evil in this world. He is unstoppable. He is cold and heartless. He kills with a smile. He destroyed her pack. This is it. This is the end. There is nothing I can do to stop him. I am now a rouge. A lone wolf. I will have my revenge. I p...