The Lost Mate

I Can Be A Bitch Too

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I followed Reagan further into the training grounds. As we passed, people sent guarded glances my way. Some were curious and others were hostile. They acted as if I was gonna attack them any minute. I looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet anymore of their stares.

I wasn't here to hurt anyone. I didn't even know how to properly fight. I'm sure one of the kids they have fighting could take me down.

Reagan must have same my troubled look. "dont worry, your just new and shinny....like a new toy."

I looked up and gave him a grateful smile. He seemed nice enough.

"Once they get to know you then they will come a round. We haven't had the best luck with new wolves. The last rouge that came here was named Liam O'Neil. The pack accepted him but he turned on all of us and attacked the Alpha. He wanted the pack for himself."

The name he mentioned seemed oddly familiar but I pushed that thought away as a more pressing one came forth.

"What's a rouge?" I asked him quietly. I knew very little about my kind but not everyone needed to know this.

He gave me an odd look. "You really did just turn huh?? No one was there to help you?"

I blushed at my lack of knowledge. I didn't like not knowing things. I was labeled as the smart kid in school. People usually came to me for answers. It was odd to be the one asking the questions.

"Yep I'm a green hand. Only had my adopted parents there to tell me what I was. Even they didn't know much."

He seem to give this thought and nodded.

"A rouge is a wolf without a pack or loyalty to a certain Alpha. Most are dangerous but there are exceptions like me and yourself.'

That came as a surprise. "Your a rouge too??"

"Was. I'm not anymore. I'm apart of this pack just like you. See if you stumble onto a packs territory they legally have the right to kill you and most do. They dont take too kindly to threats. Your very lucky to have met this pack and no other. I've heard some gruesome tales about rouges. It doesn't make it any better that your a young and attractive girl either."

His comment made me blush slightly. I'm not ugly but I ain't no beauty queen. He continued on with his explanation.

"Alpha Michaels has a soft spot for rouges since his mate was one. He at least gives them a chance to prove themselves."

Wait...my mom was a rouge too?? I forgot dad saying this when we talked earlier.  The fact that we were both rouges was a little comforting. Maybe me and her weren't so different. I love my adopted parents but I  can't help but want to know more about my birth mother.

Reagan took me to a small matted area where a couple boys and girls were wrestling. He blew a whistle and everyone instantly separated.

"Everyone this is Stormy. She will be starting to train with us. I need a volunteer to help me get a look on her skills."

No one spoke up to help but as Reagan was about to speak again a girl stepped forward. I quickly noticed it was April, the girl that thought I was just here for handouts.

"I'd gladly help you with that Reagan," she purred with her hands on her hips.

Reagan's eyes shot over to me with a look of concern as he crossed his arms over his chest. "That's ok April. I think I'll have—"