Violet Scarlett- EDITED

Chapter 6 Part 1

1 MORE YEAR LATER

Derek

I could never forget the day I met Violet.

Wandering in no man land avoiding other pack territories trying to recover from a fight with a couple of nearby pack members. The way they treat rogues is sickening, how do you think they get all crazy?

Being on the run, in isolation no place to go does that to you. Yeah we kill, but its pure self-defense- most of the time.

I know there are truly bad rogues like they think out there, many who lost their mates who sank into pure wolf instincts or just plain cruel wolves, like the ones who wiped out my pack and killed my mate. I've hated packs of rogues and other vicious rogues ever since then, I do kill but I never allowed myself to sink into pure wolf instincts and bloodlust. (The bloodlust part is kind of hard, perks of being a rogue- not)

Anyway I was wandering around when I heard a scream filled with pain. Don't get me wrong being a rogue you'll here that at least once a day on no man's land. It's not a really safe place to wander on unless you have experience. This scream was - different. I was drawn to it.

Apparently I wasn't the only one since I found a rogue before me.

I didn't expect to see a girl on the ground in pain shifting when she looked about 15 or 16 years old with a rogue about to pounce on her and eat her. (Most turn into cannibals and eat any meat they could find- not pretty- they a rabid animals in a literal sense.) I knew the girl was special, my wolf was so frantic on saving her that he took over.

When I got back control she was still on the ground unconscious and in pain her body deforming and reforming. She was very skinny, you could see her bones and not because they were rearranging. She looked beautiful nonetheless- but who would hurt a girl like her, she was all bruised up.

I stayed there watching, guarding as she shifted. Imagine my surprise when she shifted into a black wolf- well not really I knew she was important I just forgot which Legend or prophecy involved a shifter at 16.

Her physical appearance changed her dried brown hair became silky black. Seriously her hair was so soft I just couldn't stop touching it along with her fur. Her skin was spotless, no bruises left and her blue gray eyes that turns red when she's angry or her wolf is on the surface.

Don't know how but we kind of bonded like an instant connection. My wolf pretty much bonded with hers, she's like a sister to me.

We also bonded over our pasts and our twisted sense humor in a literal sense. We have a really twisted sense of humor when we kill. I rubbed off on her along with her wolf.

Violet was a kind soul, putting herself before others enthusiastic and can make you smile at tough times, but her mate, he pack ruined it. I had to watch as her soul turned dark and turned into the Violet I see today.

Her eyes void of emotions unable to even feel pain from her physical wounds. Sometimes I get a glimpse of the girl I first met but it became less and less before it was on special occasions for her to even show emotions.

Sure my mate died but hers is alive destroying her from the inside. She along with her wolf- which I think was already psychotic- turned to bloodlust and the thrill of killing to ease the pain. I couldn't bring myself to hate her, I know deep down no matter how numb she is she's hurting on the inside.

She is still my sister and I will protect her even if she thinks she doesn't need it. She needs someone to protect her from insanity. I'll be that person, her hold to sanity.