Prologue

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WARNING!

Occasional cringe and gore!

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"Catch me, b*tch." The man said as I backed him up further against the willow tree. He hissed, like a savage. But in reality, he was backed into a corner like a mouse being chased by a cat.

"Just tell me where he is." I snarled as I took out my silver dagger from my leather messenger bag. The dagger gleamed in the light of the sun, and I lifted it up to make it face the man's neck.

"You'll never-"

"Try me." I hissed as I slowly slit the dagger along his throat. He painfully groaned and fell to the ground, blood slowly dripping everywhere. I almost felt pity.

Wiping the blood from the dagger with the man's own shirt, I put the knife back into my messenger bag. I sneered at the pitiful man dying slowly below me.

"All you needed to tell me is where your leader is, filthy rogue."

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Let me introduce myself.

My name is Kathryn Starr, most formally known as the "Lone Rogue."

Most people don't even know Kathryn Starr is my real name- you can say I'm "undercover." I hunt these filthy things called werewolves- and they hunt me. All I'm trying to do is find their leader to end this "rebellion." A few humans have already died because of their rogue feeding.

As I had said before, I'm known as the "Lone Rogue." I'm not actually a werewolf, but it's a name some of those pests have called me. As you can tell, I'm on my own- but even so, I'm still feared by many werewolves, so a percentage of them don't dare to cross me. Although I have made some acquaintances who are werewolves, some that have helped me and trusted me, but that's beside the point.

I've actually started to do this at a young age. At the age of 13, I escaped those horrid wolves grasps, but that was only 3 years ago. They've ruined my life and I'm thirsty to just kill them. Especially that particular pack of rogues- the one that killed my parents just for a way to feed. After days of hell and observations, I finally escaped them. Now I'm determined to kill that pack- even if it's the last thing I do.

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This is something I'm rewriting just for fun. I really want to improve my creativity, grammar, and writing skills. This book is not my original idea, but my sister's idea. I'm just rewriting and editing it because it had bad grammar, etc, in the original book. I'm actually not as good at grammar my self, but this is supposed to be a challenge for me.

I also might end up changing some of the characters personality or some of the parts of the story.

 Yes! I had permission to rewrite this with her permission!

This will be updated whenever I feel like it, maybe once a week or once a month- I don't know. If there is an error in my grammar or spelling, please comment what it is.

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