The Rogue Protector

Chapter 3

Three Years Later

Amber's P.O.V

I smirk as I see a Blue Moon pack member head plant into the ground. He looked around as if to see if anybody saw. He smoothed his clothes and countinued on casually.
I had a perfect view of the pack house as I laid leisurely in a tree.
It had been three years since I had left my pack. I was a rogue and I had AWESOME fighting skills. I was skilled with many weapons but I excelled at hand-to-hand combat. My second best skill was archery. I had learned these things on my own. I had been a rogue for a year and a half, and met five very important people to me.
These five people were a rogue group, when they found me. They found me when I was cold, hungry, unconscious, and barely alive. It had been my second week as a rogue and I hadn't adapted good.

Flashback:

I had just fought off a male rogue and had luckily escaped. Unfortunately, I had been hit over the head by him, I think it's serious. I was currently stumbling over the roots and dirts, when I heard a twig snap.
I guess I'm really going to die now. I'd say I've had a good life, but I'd be lying.
'We're not going to die!' Ziva responded. 'Have a little faith in my fighting skills!'
'You're so right!' I thought sarcastically 'We can surely beat them with multiple cuts and bruises. A few broken bones, and - Oh Yeah! - a head injurie that isn't letting me see straight!'
'Shhh!' Ziva ignored me. 'They're getting close!'
I turned around and saw a girl step out, a few feet away from me.
She looked my age and she had blonde hair and warm, brown eyes. She was tall, and skinny...but not boney. She had curves in all the right places. She also had a staff attached to her back.
"Who are you?" She spoke in a strong yet gentle voice.
"Am-Amber." I stuttered.
She smiled at me but I was still wary.
"You don't look so good. We can help you if you want."
"We?" I questioned.
As if on cue, four other people stepped out. There was one girl and three huge boys.
I squeaked in terror and fell on the ground. I dragged myself away from them a little. I couldn't stand on my right ankle much longer anyway, I think it was broken.
"You don't have to be afraid of us." One of the guys said.
I whimpered and stopped backing up because my vision was getting more blurred by the second.
The blonde girl from before, stepped a little bit towards me.
"We won't hurt you. But, you need medical attention and Brooklyn here-" She pointed towards the other girl. "-can help you."
'You should let them help us.' Ziva chimed.
I hesitantly nodded, which caused my head to hurt even more. I hissed and clutched my head.
The blonde girl walked next to me and crouched towards me.
I managed to mutter, "My head." before I passed out.

I woke up feeling more refreshed than I had been in a few weeks. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a cabin. I sat up slowly and was surprised to feel no pain in my head or anywhere on my body. I tentatively got out of the comfortable bed. I put weight on my right ankle and felt only a little bit stiffness. When I moved my head, I didn't feel any bluriness or pain.
I walked out of the room and saw a room with couches and a TV. I hesitantly walked into the room. I saw the same five people from before. They looked up when I walked in. I froze. What were they going to do to me? Kill me? Let me go?
"You're awake!" The blonde girl said excitedly. I really need to learn her name.
I watched all of them warily.
"Thank you for healing me." I finally said.
"No problem." Said the other girl. She had short, straight black hair with multicolor highlights. She had eyes that I couldn't tell which color they were. She was very beautiful.
"Come and sit." The blonde said gently.
After a debate with myself, I sat down on the empty loveseat. I fidgeted nervously.
"Well," the blonde girl started, "how about we all introduce ourselves. My name's Ava."
The other girl said, "I'm Brooklyn."
"Max." Said a guy with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Chase." Said a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Cole." Said another guy with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Cole and Chase looked so alike. I could barely tell them apart.
"We're twins." They both said together. I blinked. They both had mischievous glints in their eyes that alarmed me.
"I'm Amber." I said.
"Tell us a little bit about yourself." Brooklyn suggested.
"My favorite color is purple. I love to read and write, my wolf's name is Ziva. I have an older brother and sister." Even though Violet and Kyle had put me through alot, I still loved them. Apart from how they treated me, they were great and respectful people.
"Why aren't you apart of a pack?" Max asked curiously.
I hesitated.
"How about we tell you about why we aren't apart of our pack?" Ava asked.
"Well," Chase started, "we're all part of a group called The Rogue Protectors. We're Rogues that protect packs that have bad defences. We pick a pack that needs help and stay there for a year, secretly, wihout them knowing. We're kinda-"
"Like a secret agency. Except we don't have the cool weapons and sexy girls that work with us." Cole finished, disappointed.
"We've all voluntarily left our packs to become Rogues, and we eventually found eachother and formed this group."
"Were your packs bad, so that you had to leave?" I asked.
"No!" Max exclaimed. "We just preferred the Rogue life and our packs accepted that."
"Now tell us about you." Cole said.
I told them about my life, and how everyone, even my family, ignored me or bullied me. When I got to when Ryder rejected me they were so mad. I told them all of this with a blank face and a emotionless voice.
After that, they let me join them and I became a friend to all of them. I found out that Brooklyn was a witch and mates with Max. Ava, Brooklyn, and I became closer than sisters. The twins were protective of me like they were my big brothers.
After about two years. I found out that my old pack need help. I didn't tell anybody that it was my old pack. It was okay anyways. We'd be there for a year and then be out of there without them knowing. Easy Peesy.