The King's Rogue

Ch 1 Michael and Motorcross

Video is where a farmer made a motorcross track.
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"Go away!"

The words were shrieked at me through the closed window again and again.

Michael had ignored my distant howl. He had ignored my scent as I had prowled around his house. He had practically attacked his brother, tearing at the jacket I had purposely brushed against as I asked the kids at the bus stop for directions I didn't need. He had tried to ignore me as I threw pebbles at his window.

My demanding growl at his window he could not ignore, which ignited his screams.

His parents tried to calm him to no avail. He screamed and screamed at them. He slammed his bedroom door. They had already removed his doorknob so he couldn't lock himself in.

He crouched down on the far side of his room. Finally he came over, curling up in misery below his window.

"Why won't you just go away, Jax. I hate you. I don't want anything to do with you."

His words weren't loud, but he knew I could hear him. I shifted, sitting on the ground behind the bushes around his house, my back against the spot where he was. I heard him move. He knew exactly where I was. His wolf senses were working wonderfully. He wasn't.

I sighed. "I'm responsible for you, Michael. You know this. I don't get why you don't want to be a wolf. You can't deny what's in you now. You can't go on like you have. You need help understanding what you are. That's why I won't go away. At some point you're going to want me here. You want to go back there and ask questions?"

He didn't answer. He didn't deny what I said.

"I'm not going back, Jax," he finally said.

"Neither am I. I told you I was going to get you out."

"You couldn't have done that before you bit me?"

He spat that out. He hated me and I didn't blame him. I was the cause of everything that had happened to him.

"Just go away," he whispered again as his mother came in with a pill and a glass of water.

I shifted back to being a wolf, pissed against his house, and left. Let him smell me all night! His attitude ticked me off. He had a much kinder alpha in me than I had when I first shifted!

I leaped through the window of his garage. He'd probably freak if he knew I was that close. The garage had a small attic and I had carefully made my own spot up there. Michael would know how close I was if he'd mange to step out of his house. He had so much here that I never had. He had a real home, real parents, a sister and a brother; things I used to fantasize about.

I sighed. He had thought he'd lost all of this. I had taken him away from it all, ruining his life. That's what he thought. He couldn't accept that maybe his life was better now.

Mine was, or at least it had been, I thought as I took on human form once more and finished getting dressed. My life had been messed up long before I was kidnapped and bitten. My mom's pimp... I had just been a boy when my childhood was stolen from me. Being kidnapped away from that life, being turned into a werewolf... it was the best thing that had ever happened to me, no matter the beatings our old alpha had often fished out.

I considered everything I had as I slipped on my backpack. Even if I lost everything else, I still had being a wolf, which was everything. I slid my small motorbike out of his garage, rolling it through the yards to a block over.