Rogue Thief

Caught

My brain kinda went dead. My wolf wanted to launch herself at my mate and claim what was hers, but I regained control just in time.  

I run for the back door I entered through, but these wolves are seriously fast. Faster than any of the other wolves I've ever encountered. Hell, they were probably faster than me.  

Someone grabs my drawstring bag and since it's strapped onto my back, I'm pulled away from the door.  

Figures. My souviner bag will be my demise. Whou would've thought? Oh, yeah. Me.

I'm hauled back and I unwind my arms from the threaded black strings of the panda bag. This is my chance. I can run. I can escape. I can keep on moving. But what about my bag? It's the last item that remains of me. Could I really let it go?  

Hell, no.

I move into an attack stance as my eyes shoot between the two boys.  

"Give me the bag."

The other boy rose a brow. "This?" The panda bag hangs from his fingers. I lunge for it but he pulls back at the last minute.  

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in our territory?"

Hmm. Good question. I don't answer him. I think it's because I'm waiting for something miraculous to happen. Like, say, maybe my mate will step in and do something?  

My gaze drifts over to him. He's watching me with this weird look on his face that I can't even comprehend.  

Fat chance of him stepping him.

"Who says this is your territory?" My futile attempt to buy some time is pathetic. My mate is so not helping me out here.  

The other boy growls. "This is our territory, rogue. Don't question me. What are you doing here?"  

I snort and roll my eyes, never letting my guard down. "I'm doing the same thing loverboy is doing." I nod my head at my mate. "It seems we both have a craving for midnight snacks." 

Another growl. Except this time, it's from my mate. My confidence wavers. Is he going to kill me?  

"That's funny. Except for the fact that he is a part of this pack and you are not. I will only ask you one more time, rogue. What are you doing trespassing?" 

"I'm telling you! I got hungry! Is it such a crime?"  

I probably shouldn't have asked that.  

"It is a crime, rogue. You-" 

"Stop calling me that." I hate being called a rogue. Sure, I am a rogue but it isn't exactly a pleasure to be called one. Trust me. Besides, I don't plan on being a rogue for long. I was going to join the best pack ever once I got the chance and that pack would be the Dust Lands pack. They are famous. They are the warriors of warriors. They are my idol and who I am meant to be. Or at least who I think I'm meant to be.

"What? Rogue?" He spat out. "It's what you are, is it not?"  

That really riled me. I snarl and lunge at him. At the same time, more pack members enter the kitchen. Not good.  

I tackle the boy to the floor but he somehow breaks the fall and tosses me to the side. I hit the cabinets with a thud. My side is in pain, but I ignore it.  

I get back up only to be grabbed from both sides. I look to see two boys with tight grips on both my arms. Bewildered, my head snaps back and forth between the two boys. They both have the exact same face with an angry yet tight expression. Their auburn hair is messy and their eyes are the same shade of blue, too. Twins?