The Alpha's Rogue

Vowed

The words Steele said resignate in my mind. I thought about everything they talked about and what was unsettling was I could feel it. Only rogues sentence death for non-death offenses. Wondering how close Embers father was to the rogues and the thought caused me to shiver. There was a shift happening, lines being drawn and it was coming down to us to preserve the pack life and defend it against the rogues. I settled down into bed holding Ember. I kiss her head gently and fell asleep.

I woke up to Ember nuzzling into my neck, her breath hot on my skin. I squeezed her pulling her closer. She calmed and her breathing slowed again. The mark across her face was defiantly going to scar. I could smell a smell from our rogue training days. We learned that even with our advanced healing when something is that deep and an agent is used that prevents healing it scars. That is the symbol he wanted everyone to see, that no one is safe from his control. Yet another rogue tactic, thankfully they can't use it in big fights cause it doesn't stay on claws long when paws are all over the ground. I kissed her scar and held her close, falling back asleep.

A couple hours later I woke up to Ember rolling over me to get to the bathroom. I grinned holding her preventing her from getting up. "Stop it I really have to pee." She said. I laugh, as I let her go. I saw the light go on. I got comfortable again, then I heard Ember get startled. She tried to muffle it but I heard her and was at her side instantly. She was frozen staring at the mirror, the water was running. She must have splashed her face with water. "I didn't feel it. I thought it had fully healed. I don't understand." She was trying not to freak out, I could tell she was worried. The scar started between her left ear and left eye. It was angled down, ran under her eye and jagged toward her upper lip.

I grabbed her and hugged her tight. I didn't know what to say but she deserved the truth. "It's a rogue tactic. An agent that prevents fully healing." "But why?" She was looking closer at the scar on her face. "I can't know but generally it is used as a display. Tangible proof. To instill fear, a constant reminder." She turned away, turned off the light and headed into room. I followed, she laid down turned away from me. I slid in behind her holding her tight. I could hear her trying not to cry. I pulled her over on top of me. Pulling her face to face mine. I wiped away her tears and kissed her scar. "I will always be here no matter what. I love you." I said.

She had a small smile pull at the side of her lips, as more tears rolled down her face. I just let her fall onto me, crying into my chest. I vowed at that moment to become the Alpha. The Alpha that was needed, needed to protect, needed to lead and needed to put an end to the rogue fighting. This problem was clearly extending far past a few rogues. We needed to preserve and protect our way of life. The rogues, if they were to leave and go else where to live without our traditions and rules fine. I will not hunt them down. But when they threaten our families, our way of life and our livelihood then it becomes personal. I didn't know why but this moment, this feeling i couldn't shake it. This is what it means to be and become an Alpha. The sense of something bigger than yourself.  I didn't understand it but i could feel something changing.