The Accidental Rogue

Chapter 1

I can’t explain how frustrated I am with myself right now.

First of all, I’m in the middle of nowhere in the woods.

Second, I have a blazing headache that is described as a result to drinking.

Third, I’m being chased by a group of ferocious Rogues.

At least I can say that I learned a lesson to not drink at a party while hanging out with Melody.

Flashback:

“Joy, can you hand me the tape?” my mother’s voice called down to me from the step ladder she was using. I glanced up at her face, giving her an exasperated sigh. I hauled myself up from the couch and grabbed the roll of tape lying on the coffee table.

I walked over to where she was holding up a sign that read, ‘Happy 16th Birthday!’ and handed her the tape, while scowling at the sign. If it were my choice, I wouldn’t be having a party at all.

I watched her peel off the tape and rip it with her teeth. She glanced at me. “Why don’t you go get your dress on?”

I really didn’t want to even see the dress she picked out for me. I had been trying to avoid the discussion all week. I took one look at the party streamers and flat balloons still on the ground, and dashed up the stairs.

It’s not that I was too lazy to help. It was the fact that helping meant spending more ‘mother-daughter quality time.’ My mother has been obsessed with the idea of spending more time with me in the past week, as my shift was coming up.

Technically, today wasn’t my real birthday. But, tonight, at midnight, I would be transitioning into a werewolf for the first time. It’s probably one of the biggest moments in any werewolf’s life, other than finding their mate.

I can’t say that it’s better than finding your mate, though. The first transition is said to be very painful. Although, you never quite understand it until you go through it yourself.

All Pack Members are required to have a big celebration to the night before their first shift. It’s a good way of knowing who’s a full-grown werewolf and who’s not, since you are required to invite everyone.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t that scared for my first shift. Even though some people said the first shift was awful, I was all too excited to become a werewolf, like everyone else.

I had skipped a grade when I was little, making me one year behind most of the kids. Most kids in school tease me about being a year younger than them, but in reality, I’m actually smarter than them.

I continued through the hallway, stopping in front of my bedroom door. I prayed to myself that my mother had bought a good dress for once. My stomach clenched at the thought of wearing a pink dress on my special night.

I opened the door and found the dress, splayed out on my made bed with a pair of silvery heels. I let out the puff of air I didn’t realize I had been holding.

I was surprised to see that the dress was very innocent, and cute. It was a very light purple shade.

For once, my mother had picked something that I liked. I slipped out of my clothes, throwing them into the corner of my room, along with the rest of my dirty clothes. After stripping down to my undergarments, I picked up the dress gently, as if I did it too roughly that it would rip.

I carefully put on the dress, sliding it over my arms. I turned to the vanity table that stood on the right side of my bedroom wall. I was eager to find that the dress looked nice on me.