The Rogue and The Luna(not continued)

Chapter 1

Hey guys... I know I'm writing a lot of books right now, making it kinda hard to keep it updated. I had promised myself that I wouldn't write another book until I finished at least one... As you can see, that promise was broken.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this book, and yes, most of it is going to be in Alric's POV. Also, that's Alric in wolf form.

- Deamun

My muscles tense as other wolves start to flank me. Both are big, but not as big as me. They nip at my heels, causing a large growl to come out of me. I turn quickly and run through them, scattering them and confusing them. I waste no seconds as I launch myself onto the black wolf, my teeth tearing his neck apart. The grey wolf growled, making me look away from my point of attack.

We circle each other, muscles tense. He makes the wrong move by trying to trick me, he steps forward like he's going to attack, but turns and runs. The thrill of the chase. My favorite.

I barrel after him, able to keep up with him easily. I mess with him, biting his tail and nipping his flanks. We cross back into the pack territory. I end my fun there by slamming into his side, sending him crashing down. My teeth easily slide through his fur and skin, ending his life. I can feel my sides battling.

I have a good side, the softer side of me. That's my right eye. It glows a menacing blue. My other side, as cliche as it sounds, is my evil side. That's my left eye. It glows a frightening blood red. I choose which side I show sometimes, but most of the time, each side is fighting for control.

The evil side had won, so I was not a soft cuddly wolf. I was a beast to be reckoned with, and I feel sorry for any idiot who comes after me. Enough said, let's get back to the story.

I trot along, the metallic scent of blood covering all smells. My left eye glows the brightest, marveling in what it has done.

I am happy with this. Why can't you be happy lapis?

Lapis was my good side, he tried to make sure that I was nice and I cared.

I can't be happy with this because it's evil. Like you Satan.

Satan was obviously my evil side. Lapis gave him that nickname, which he hates. He hates everything. Anyway, things happened and he got stuck with that name.

Thank you, I try my best.

Would you both shut up? I don't want a head ache.

Yes, I have my own mind in there somewhere, but it's either one of them controlling me, no matter what I say. It's truly annoying. I continue to trot when the pain hits me.

I forgot that I'm injured. All mighty moon goddess, make these two shut up and help me.

I know that she's not listening, it's pointless to try. No one listens to a rogue. While I continue on my journey, let me tell you about myself.

My name is Alric. I'm a white wolf, rogue, of course. My family died when I was 2, and I was taken by the other pack. They tortured me, making me like I am today. Of course I have my good and evil side, that's because of the torture. I don't want a mate and I never will. I feel sorry for the poor girl that gets stuck with me.

Anyway, I'm 6' 7" and my wolf is 5.6 feet tall. My weight was that of a Grizzlies and my length was that of a crocodile. I was the original myth of werewolves. Since werewolves don't age, I am about 1,578 years old, but look like I'm still 20.

I'm in wolf form most of the time because, what rogue isn't. The only difference is that I'm like 20 times their size. Rogues were made to be stealthy, to survive on almost nothing. I survive on others I kill.

Now to explain the packs. There are five packs. The hydra pack, they live by the biggest lake in the area. The moonlit predators pack, they are deadly and vicious. The earth dwellers pack, they obviously, are very peaceful and loves everything about their world, they worship everything. The hell hounds pack, they have a fiery personality and a mean temper. Oh ya, and that leaves my pack. The rippers pack. As you can tell by the name, it's the most vicious and violent pack ever created. I was raised and tortured there. Some choose to leave, others choose to follow the alpha.

The hydra pack has mostly grey wolves, a few black, and they all have blue eyes. The moonlit predators pack is mostly black wolves, with some rust colored, their eye color is silver. The earth dwellers pack has mostly brown colored wolves, some white colored, their eye color is green. The hell hounds pack has mostly black wolves, some ash colored ones, their eye color is red. And last but not least, the rippers pack. We have all black wolves, except for one. Me. I'm the only white wolf born into that pack. Our eye color is purple.

A wolf is identified by his eye color, but some rough a have gained personalities where their old eye color is removed, replaced with a different color. You could be a earth dwellers rogue, but have the eyes of a hell hound rogue. You are also identified by your scent, but I'm not going that much into detail.

On rare occasions, a wolf can gain a multi personality, allowing them to have more then one eye color. That would be where I come in. The other wolves view this as a threat, so they tend to not treat me well. Oh, I forgot to mention, everyone in the rippers pack is a bit smaller then me, and we are nothing but pure muscle.

Anyway, as I trot along, I realize that I've ended up in the moonlit predators territory. I ignore this, like always. Until her scent hit me like a bullet.It smelled of lavender, and instantly, both my sides jumped with joy. My eyes glow equally, showing they both agree on something.

By the way, I forgot to mention, it's rare to find them agreeing on something, but they usually agree on protecting us.

Her scent grows stronger and I smell the power on it. When her and some of her patrol come through the trees, I have to look down on them. They were way smaller then me. Making me seem like a giant. That's because I am. I growl and turn away, knowing that she's my mate, but I don't want her. I don't want a mate. Never have and never will.

Mates slow you down, keeping you from surviving. I'm not going to be some love struck pup. I hear her growl for me to stop, but I continue, knowing nothing good can come from meeting her. She's the Luna. Do I follow her or do I fight or flight?

Fight I say. Beat the living snot out of her and her patrol. They will never know what hit them.
Satan spits out. I can imagine him punching his palm.

I say follow her, we didn't do anything wrong, so why not. She is our mate after all.
Lapis calmly states. I freeze in my tracks, a sort of whimper and growl coming from my throat as they argue. My left eye glows bright, and that tells me my answer.

I'm being controlled by Satan. I growl, turning to them. Their eyes widen and they go behind trees, shifting and pulling clothes on.

"Shift Rogue."

I growl, my sides battling again. This time, lapis won. I shift and stand there, way taller then either of them and way more muscle. I'm 6' 9" in human form and my muscle mass makes me weigh over 200 pounds. They were about 5' 4' and they looked like they weighed 150 pounds.

When my mate comes out from behind the tree, she has clothes on. My leg aches, the pain embedding my injury into my brain. I inspect it, seeing that it's deep. It will heal in a few days.

At least, that's what I hoped. My mate looks at me.

"State your name."

Hey guys!!! I think this is a great chapter so far!! Tell me if you think other wise, but don't be mean about it. Tell me if you want to know more about their world or how the different packs act and stuff.

-Deamun