Unraveling Rogue

Chapter 1 - The Backstory

I grew up as a rogue. But thats not how it started.

My parents were the alpha and luna of our pack. Once my mother gave birth to me, our pack went under attack. Leaving me behind, they moved on and started another pack somewhere else.

Holly, my 'foster mother' you could call her, found me crying in my cradle inside my burning house. She rescued me and brought me back to her home. There, she raised me as her own child.

The only thing I have from my old life is an necklace that I had been wearing belonging to my mother. It was a flower with an blue and purple gem in the middle, strung on an black cord. I wear it every day. For some reason, I just can't part with it.

I always knew I wasn't hers; she told me from the start. It wasn't hard to guess, me with my long black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, and her with her short blond bob, green eyes, and tanned skin. I was average height, around 5'5''. Average weight, too. Holly is short, around 4'11'', and very skinny.

I'm 17, turning 18 in a month. Holly was 32, and lives with only me. Her mate died when she was in her twenties. She has only had me since her mate's passing.

We live in a small house on the outskirts of a small town. It has a huge forest behind our backyard, so we can go for runs at anytime. We didn't always live here, we tend to move around every two or so years. We don't want to be the reason for everyone to know about werewolves.

I'm being home schooled, but I'm just about finished anyway. It is soon time for us to pack up and move. I never make any lasting friendships, so its not hard to cut all ties.

When Holly isn't homeschooling me, she works at small jobs, like cashiers at local supermarkets or janitors. She does this so nobody wonders about us or tries to find out why we leave. I try to get jobs too, but I only really go for things like helping at the library or bookstores. I'm a bookworm and I feel at home when there is books surrounding me.

We have ran into other rogues, but we just ignore them. We avoid towns hosting other rogues because sometimes they get territorial. I'm lucky because I haven't had to fight yet. I do get some training from Holly, but only enough to fight and run. I don't have enough experience to fight to the death with anybody, especially without Holly. We are almost always together, so I haven't had to worry about that yet.

When we move, a sliver of me hopes that I will run into my mate. I don't ask Holly much because when I do, she breaks down. The memory of Bill, her mate, is still to fresh in her head. What I have gotten out of her is that your wolf will feel a calling and reach out toward the other person's wolf.

Once you find your mate, it will be hard to separate yourself from him/her. You will want to be an arm's length away at every waking moment.

When I was young, the thought scared me. Now, I think I'm ready to start a life with someone; to stop running and have a home.

*•*•*

"Rockie, dinner!" Holly yelled from downstairs.

"Comming!" I shouted back. I was lying down on my bed watching TV. I found the remote tucked away in my bed sheets and clicked the off button.

"Its not getting any hotter!" Holly yelled after a minute.

"I know!" Holly isn't strict. She treats me well, like her own daughter. She wanted to wait until she was older to have kids, but when Bill died, she vowed never to have any.

I stomped out of my room and down the old, creaky stairs into the dining room.

The house itself was old. It had old wooden floorboards, old floral wallpaper, old white cabinets in its kitchen, excreta. The house had two bedrooms, a small kitchen, a small dining room which had a open concept to the tiny living room. There were two bathrooms, one on each level.

Although, it did have a fairly nice chandelier hanging over the dining table, which had a steaming pot of Kraft Dinner on it. I sat down on my end of the table, which had a plate with two hot dogs on it.

"Yummy." I said, putting ketchup on my dogs. "Thanks for supper." I scooped out a large spoonful of KD from the pot and put it on my plate.

"Anytime darling. But you should start making it yourself..."

"Not this conversation again." I said, biting into my hot dog. "I'll make it tomorrow, okay?" I said with my mouth full.

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

"Yea, yea." The rest of the meal was silent. It usually was anyway. With the two of us, there wasn't a lot to talk about.

After the meal, I put my dishes in the dishwasher and retreated back up to my room.

I laid back on my twin bed and turned the TV back on, crossing my legs and putting my hands behind my head. After an hour of Glee, I began to get tired.

I changed into some pajamas and crawled back into bed, pulling he duvet up to my chin. I closed my eyes, dreaming of finding my mate to live happily ever after, which probably will never happen.

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Author's note:

Thank you for reading this! This is my second book, my first is 'And the Truth Unfolds'. Could you please read it? They are not in a series, but it would mean the world to me.

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