The Royal Rouge (Under Construction)

Prolouge

     "RAY! SARINA!" My mother yelled, looking for me and my brother while dad helped fight off the rogues.

     "We're over here!" She had heard and Mom ran into our room.

     She was wearing a black, short sleeve shirt, with skinny jeans. She had brown hair along with brown eyes and sneakers. Before the war broke out, she was out for a jog letting her wolf out for a bit. Like my mother, both me and my brother had brown hair, my brother has her eyes as well but my eyes are a grayish color just like my dad's.

     At the moment I was only 7 years old, my brother was 13. He had short dirty blond hair and was wearing jeans, and a green hoody, I wasn't sure what was going one and was really frightened.

     Mom ran to us and held us tightly, quickly letting go if us and had a serious expression.

     "You two are going with your grandparents. There's a small house in neutral grounds that you'll stay in for the time being," She spoke over the yelling and gun shots that came from outside. "Where's dad?" My brother asked in a brave, strong tone. The thought of becoming alpha someday always got to him, no matter the situation. But him acting brave in this situation calmed me slightly, I would have been frozen in place if it weren't for the feeling of protection that seemed to have radiated off of him.

"He'll be fine, come one, they're out side," mother spoke hurriedly, basically pushing us both out the door. both me and my brother have guards of our own and they escorted us safely to a mini van behind the pack house where our grandparents waited. Mom left to help our pack, shifting into her wolf form that was a dark grey color with a white under belly.

Little did we know, as we drove away from the territory, that this was the last time we'd see our father again.

All thanks to these savages we called rouges...