A rogue called Luna

Life of a rogue

Exhilaration.
The pure freedom of running through the woods, no worries or expectations. I'd lived as a rogue for nearly a year.

I made a few friends along the way, camping together and surviving.

As a small group we kept to ourselves, staying away from the ravenous rogue packs, the kind that attacked packs for the thrill of it.
My friends and I lived the rogue lives for the freedom, and for our own purposes. We weren't exiled, forced out for causing harm. We lived peacefully, hunting, camping out, and occasionally heading into human cities for fun and to gather supplies.

We avoided packs, they weren't fond of rogues. Some would listen to our stories but others would kill on sight. It was best to avoid them all together.

Heading back to camp from my run I met with the hunting party. Cole and Macy had managed to catch a deer and were carrying it back to camp in their human forms. I yipped at them and ran ahead.

Once back I helped them cut and preserve the meat, boiling the bones into stock and handing the pelt to Jasmine so she could turn it into something. Sometimes she would make blankets, but often she made clothes.

I found the group about a month into being a rogue, first running into a hunting party made up of Cole and Maya, Macys twin. It was a tense meeting, but after a couple nights with them we all became great friends.

They all had their reasons for becoming rogues.

The twins ran from home, their father was abusive. They decided it would be safer alone together than stuck in the doomed house in their weak and miserable pack.

Cole left his pack willingly, his alpha was a major jerk he didn't approve of. He'd rather live as a rogue than live under his rule.

Jasmine was quiet, mute. She drifted away from her pack during a war, much like I did. She had nobody, till she met Cole. They are true mates.

This small group had become like a family to me, more so than my family ever had been.
We fought for eachother, supported eachothers interests and goals. We lived judgement free, always there for eachother.

I sat out on a tree, sketching birds and relaxing as Maya and Macy cooked dinner. They were a wonderful team, we could always count on great food when they were cooking. Even with our limited supplies, they made every meal amazing.

I could smell the stew they were finishing up as I climbed down. My stomach rumbled as I joined the group at the fire, ready to eat.

The twins served us all and we sat, talking and laughing. I showed them all my sketches, I had gotten very good in the past year. We told eachother old stories, jokes, and enjoyed the time together around the fire.

Tomorrow we would move camp, so it was an early bedtime for us all.
I crawled into my sleeping bag, getting my rest while I can. It was the twins turn for look out tonight. They had their own system so both could get rest but the group was never left unprotected.

I stared at the stars, listened to the sound of the woods, and slept.