"Run! God damn it Diana run!" My father pushes me away right before a pair of wolves, big, strong, rugged fur and lumps over their skin burst into the room.
The command in my fathers voice forces me to turn away, to look for a place to escape from our two story building. I turn to the window and dash for it, opening it up. Hearing the growls and banging from the four wolves fighting and jump out the window, hurling for the ground.
I shift into my wolf mid fall, her white fur blown by the wind with her one black ear and patch of black fur on her side. As my also black paws hit the ground I run for the woods.
Gliding as fast as possible threw the forest I hear the screams and cries of the people I know and love. Of my pack. Who I, as the Alpha's daughter am meant to protect. I have failed them all and am now, leaving them to die at the hands of vicious, blood thirsty rogues.
What kind of Alpha am I?
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The Rogue Alpha
WerewolfLife as a rogue is hard. Always on the run, always having to hide. If a packed wolf finds you, on their territory, your as good as dead. But they don't get us. Not all of us chose to be this way. Not all rogue wolves chose to not live in a pack. Som...
