Rogue Thief

Late Night Snack

I am starving.

I need a snack. My stomach rumbles loudly in response. Yep, I so need food.  

I took a whiff of the air. It was night time, and I could sense a pack just close by. Perfect.  

I shift into my wolf. Fur sprouts all over my body, my face morphes, and my bones reshape themselves.  

It's a quick process and I take pleasure in it. When I'm done, I grab my worn out drawstring bag with my teeth. The bag has been with me for a very long time. There's a pictures of a panda with noodles on the front and I remember when my mom first got it for me. I was going through my Asian loving phase. That meant constantly eating sushi and ramen noodles, and putting colorful strips in my hair and dressing like a manga character. Weird phase, huh? Wait till you hear about my African phase.

Anyway, I was overwhelmed with happiness when my mother presented the beautiful pale blue drawstring bag to me. I cherished it. And by cherished, I mean I took it with me everywhere, used it for everything, and even slept with it.  

Now, the bag wasn't as sturdy, so I just put my clothes in it. I bet you're also wondering why I still have it. Well, it's the last thing I have that reminds me of my mom.  

Yeah. You heard me right. My mom is dead. She was slaughtered by the idiots of a wolf pack. Imagine how I felt when I found her shredded body out in the woods with a note that said 'Stay away, rogue.' 

I went berserk. I sat there for so long, trying to revive my mom like they did in those stupid fairy tales and Disney movies. But those are all just fake. Happy endings never happen and people can't come back from the dead. Trust me, I tried. So after that, I cried. A lot. I sat there for so long by her body, that I was finally jarred awake by the scent of her rotting flesh. I took care of her with a proper burial. I was the only one who attended her funeral, obviously. After that, everything was just hectic.

I let my hair grow out long and unruly because my mother and I had always had short haircuts. I changed my wardrobe to darker clothes. I threw all my things out and eliminated myself from the world. Or, atleast, the world where I had a mother.  

Now it was just me, only me, and always will be me. I continued my mom's work as a thief, except I did it better. I was faster, I was smaller, I was smarter.  

But I wouldn't be those things anymore if I turned out like my mom. She was exactly like me at point and you won't believe what changed her: a mate.  

Yeah.  

My mom told me all about those. The Fates choose a mate for every wolf and when you find them, apparently volcanoes explode, seas part, and mountains move.  

Okay, maybe that's too dramatic. The point is, sparks fly and you're zapped with insta-love.  

I barely even understood it, but my mom was head over heels for her mate. She said he protected her, loved her, and cherished her. He was her world and she was his. Until he died. Mom went rogue, along with me who was just a wee little baby.

My mom did the stealing while I kept watch like a good little girl. But with her gone, I guess I'm not so little or good anymore.  

My only hope now is my mate. He would surely protect me, right?  

I couldn't wait to meet him, but at the same time I was scared.  

What if he isn't what I expect? What if I'm not what he expects?

I zip through the forest with amazing speed. The wind rushes to meet me, brushing my fur back. My wolf has black fur, just like my hair.

The closer I am to the pack territory, the stronger their scent is. I can immediately sense guards trailing by the border line for intruders. I smirk on the inside. There is no way they'll catch me.