I stood watch as the rouge members killed the pack members.
I hate being a rouge. I hate death. But this is the life that has been forced upon me.
I will never kill. It's just wrong.
I look away from the fight.
When I look back there are no more rouges. What stands in their place are pack members.
Shit! I get up from my spot and start running.
I get about two feet until I get tackled to the ground.
I look up at the person who tackled me and the only thing I see is a fist flying at my face. The last thing I see before I pass out was him picking me up by the legs and flinging me over his shoulder.
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The little rouge and the big alpha (on hold)
Hombres LoboI am a rouge. I go into other packs and hide there while watching what the older wolves do. I don't like the life of a rouge though. It's tough, brutal. I got kicked out of my pack when I did something I wasn't suppose to. Now this is what I am. ^^^...
