The Accidental Rogue

Chapter 2

My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest, as I ran as fast as I could through the shrubs and bushes. I leapt through the smaller spaces between trees, trying to get my chasers caught.

I knew exactly who was chasing me. Rogues.

I wasn’t sure if my own pack would chase me or not, but I think they would be required to kill me because of the Rogue Law. I wanted to just use mind link to contact my pack, but I haven’t exactly used it before.

Another fact that kept slipping into my mind: I didn’t know if I shifted or not.

I couldn’t remember whether or not I actually shifted. I think I passed out in the woods or something, but I don’t think I would have shifted in my sleep.

The first shift was very painful to most werewolves. It would be hard to sleep through. But, there was that killer detail that was painfully drilled in my head.

I couldn’t feel my wolf.

All werewolves have an inner wolf. Wouldn’t mine be showing itself by now? My head was throbbing painfully and I had an awful nausea feeling.

I guess that serves me right for drinking. I suddenly snapped back to reality when my foot caught on a tree root and I came flying forward. I let out an embarrassingly high-pitched scream as I came hurtling out of the woods.

I landed flat on my stomach, on the ground in a long grassy field. I heard the snarling and small barks very clearly now. My heart jumped in fear and I scrambled to stand up and took off towards the direction where I could see a long road made of dirt and small pebbles.

I glanced behind me to see the vicious wolves standing on the borderline of the woods. A rush of relief flowed through me as I realized they weren’t chasing me anymore and I stopped at the dirt road.

I panted heavily, carefully watching the Rogues. Their lips were pulled back, showing their teeth into furious snarls. Their chests heaved up and down, but not as much as mine as I yearned to catch my breath.

Their fur was filthy, covered with layers of dirt and mud. There were only four of them, yet enough to be very life-threatening. Suddenly, their ears twitched back and they whipped back around to quickly retreat into the woods.

I placed a hand over my thudding heart. A giant wave of reality pushed over me.

I was a Rogue now.

I felt tears threatening to leak out. I let them fall as I turned back to the long, stretched out dirt road. I sniffed, and roughly wiped away any remainder tears.

One side of the dirt road drove into the woods, while the other carried on into a bunch of plains. In the distance, I could faintly see the beginning of the black pavement of the streets. I heaved a sigh and began walking towards the pavement.

I was so naïve. I should’ve listened to Savannah. Hell, Savannah should’ve smashed the bottle to the ground before I even drank it. I briefly wondered where Melody was.

I wondered if she actually crossed the border and was stuck in the woods. A selfish part of me secretly wished that she had gotten attacked by Rogues, too. I pushed away any violent thoughts, focusing on what I could do.

The Rogue Law states that any Rogues entering pack territory shall be killed. The Pack Law states that any wolf that leaves pack territory is officially a Rogue and will be killed if he/she returns.

I winced at the thought of getting killed. I technically wasn’t a wolf, though. I don’t know if I shifted or not, but I left pack territory as an un-shifted wolf.