Saviour

Chapter One

ATTENTION: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SWEARING, SEXUAL CONTENT, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

(You won't regret it ;))

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                I listened and heard the distant rumble of thunder.

I looked at my parent's sleeping faces and knew that after tonight things could possibly never be the same again.

They were being challenged for their position of Alpha- something that rarely happened. Usually, everyone was happy with the way things were being handled. Obviously rogues were a different story.

A rogue challenging an Alpha for their pack was almost unheard of. More often than not, rogues either left on their own to become a lone wolf, or they were cast out as a punishment and were so filled with shame they never showed their faces again.

My parents were challenged more than a week ago and had been training and sparring against our best fighters ruthlessly in hopes of preparing for battle.

I reached out and gently shook my mother's small frame awake. I looked like her- with my long black hair, slender body and high cheek bones. Whereas I inherited my fathers' piercing grey eyes and straight white teeth. Werewolves are not only known for our beauty, but for our fierceness to protect what is ours.

"Mom," I whispered, shaking her once more.

"Mmm," She mumbled sleepily, opening her eyes slightly.

They must be exhausted with everything that has been happening lately. I hadn't ever seen them this drained of energy.

My dad stretched and groaned. "Good morning, Hal-bear," he smiled at me as he sat up. "Is it time already?" He asked, frowning.

I nodded sadly.

My parents were great Alphas and took their positions seriously. They hadn't been born Alphas- our old pack leader, Jack Greene had passed of old age. Being his Beta, my father took over the responsibility. My mother had been a pack doctor in a neighbouring territory and had happened  to cross paths with my father during one of the rare occasions that all of the Alphas gathered to discuss boundaries and politics- they had been inseparable ever since.

Needless to say, I was angry and confused as to why a rogue would want to challenge that. Our pack was nowhere near the largest, nor the strongest. In fact, we only had about fifty something wolves in total.

"Well, I guess we had better get ready for our guest of honour," my dad chuckled without humour.

I nodded mutely; I knew that no matter how much he tried to reassure me that everything would be alright, he was still just as worried as the rest of us. As much as we didn't want to admit it as a pack, my parents were getting older and had been training me to take over when they were going to step down in the next few years. They had been looking forward to old age and grandchildren if I ever met my mate.

Now their future hung perilously in the hands of fate.

A red haze of anger coated me from head to toe. I was trying to keep it together but every time I thought about it I shook with hatred. I pressed the anger down, holding it in so that I didn't show my parents how much revulsion I had towards the rogues that plagued the country. They had always tried to teach me that in order to be a fair leader, one had to see individuals- not labels- but it was nearly impossible to do under the circumstances.