Mated to the Rogue *DISCONTINUED*

E L E V E N

Today was April 30th, also know as the Day of Mourning. Today was the one day we stood as a pack and mourned the loss of our future, in a way. Today exactly five years ago Alpha Nathan Lockwood and his mate, Luna Sophia, were killed. Died in a fire that was by no means an accident.

I still remember that day. How could you forget the exact moment your pack started to fall apart?

I was thirteen at the time, almost done with eight grade. I was excited to move on to high school, thinking it would be an intriguing adventure. Boy was I wrong. I guess I just watched High School Musical one too many times.

Our family was still together, Rose was alive, my mother cared about her children, and my dad wasn't obsessed with selling me off like cattle.

I can recall waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of shouting and loud shrill cries.

I sat up in bed with a start. What was that?

I climbed out of bed and tiptoed my way to my door, cringing as it creaked open. I poked my head out and looking into the dark hallway.

"Alex?" I called out uncertainly.

Alex, who was 15, rushed out of his room, eyes wide with panic.

"Emilia! Stay in your room. Don't come out until I get you," he rushed out in one breath, not waiting to finish his sentence before turning away and taking a step towards the stairs.

"No way! I'm coming too!" I insisted, trying to sound brave. I was a big girl now, Alex couldn't boss me around anymore.

Suddenly we heard a loud crash and numerous voices shouting in despair. The sound of splintering wood filled the once serene night air.

Alex rushed outside and being the stubborn girl that I was, tried to follow him. Just as I was about to fly down the stairs two steps at a time, a timid voice called out from behind me.

"Sissy? Where are you going?" Rose appeared in the doorway, her snow white teddy bear clutched tightly in her little hand. Her eyes were lidded with sleep, and her hair wild and crazy like usual.

"Nothing, Rosie. Go back to bed, ok?" I said in a soft but hurried tone.

"But Sissy... I'm scared," she whimpered, on the verge of tears.

I rushed over to her, offering her my hand. She gripped it in her her own and I attempted a smile down at her.

"It's going to be alright, Rose. How 'bout I read you that bedtime story, hm?"

"Yay!" Rose squealed, but I could hear the exhaustion in her voice.

I led her to her pink fairy themed room and gently shut the door, I pulled her covers back and ushered her in, pulling the covers up to her shoulders. I turned off her lights and used the light streaming through her window from the full moon to light up the pages. How could such a beautiful night have gone so disastrous?

Soon enough, Rosie was fast asleep once more. I inched my way out of her room, trying desperately not to wake her up.

As soon as I was out of her room, I bolted down the stairs. The screaming had halted, and now sobs floated in the crisp wind like ghosts, prowling for a lost soul to haunt. I wondered what happened, but didn't regret taking the time to comfort Rosie. Family comes first. That's what Alex always said.

I yanked to front door open and came face to face with Ryan. He had a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

"Uh...Ryan..? What are you doing here?"