My existence was a flaw. A mistake. At least that what they said. What he said. I was supposed to be dead. With the rest of them. The rouges, my family. I was supposed to been executed with the rest of them. Then the Werewolf Realm would be perfect. Flawless. No one wanted me alive, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Survival was my only hope, success my revenge.
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Over the years werewolves have slayed the rouge species off. There were no more left. The population was extinct. At least that's what they believed until a female rouge is spotted.
Hunted down immediately, she runs. She's always been running. But this time she runs a little to far. To far being the Vampire realm.
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The Last Rouge
WerewolfMy existence was a flaw. A mistake. At least that's what they said. What he said. I was supposed to be dead. With the rest of them. The rouges, my family. I was supposed to been executed with the rest of them. Then the Werewolf Realm would be perfec...
