Rogue Undecided

.:~Chapter ten~:.

When I was younger, maybe the age of six or seven, I used to sit around all day and dream about the day I would found my mate. That was when my aunt and grandma were still alive, and all of the threats from the packs were almost non-existent.

My Grandmother, she was my angel. While all of my other family members went out in the world to work and fight, she stayed home with me. She had the option of going out and fighting, but she chose to stay back and take care of me. I will always love her for that.

Even at her old age, my Grandma was one of the most beautiful women that I've ever seen. Long white hair and dark blue eyes that were so much like my own. Her eyes, even though look strikingly similar to mine, had something in them that made our eyes so completely opposite that it was like they didn't look anything alike to begin with.

Her eyes held a deep, loving kindness that seemed to be so rare in this world. My eyes though, they held nothing but a dark, never ending rage that scared people off with just one look. She was a better person than I could ever be.

She used to tell me stories, ones that caught my attention and held me captive until it was finished. She told me about mates.

My grandmother met my grandfather when she was fifteen. He was sixteen. When you turn sixteen, you are able to find your mate, but until then, your mate is just another person in the room to you. She told me that my grandfather knew that they were mates, but he kept it a secret from her until she turned sixteen. Once she found out, she was angry at first. She disliked the fact that he knew and never told her, but even her anger towards him didn't stop her from loving him any less. My grandmother would always laugh as she told me this part. She said that she was mad for about an hour before she jumped in his arms and forgave him completely. She loved him that much.

She used to tell me that when you find your mate, you not only find the person that will be by your side for the rest of your life, but you also find that missing puzzle piece; the one that completes the puzzle, and makes you whole. She said that you will never feel a love so strong, and that you can't go five minutes without them by your side. She said that trying to live without your mate is like trying to live without air. It is completely and utterly impossible.

I was seven at the time. My grandfather had recently been injured in an attack, and my grandmother refused to let him go back out and fight again. She made him stay home that day.

I had begged and begged all day long to go to the park. I had heard that it was fun, and I wanted to go there myself. After a while my grandparents gave in, and they took me to the park. I wish everyday that they would of been stubborn and said no, but I learned long ago that wishing does absolutely nothing, and that you're only wasting your breath.

The day started out beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was the type of warm where you weren't sweating to death, but you also didn't need a jacket. When my grandparents and I arrived at the park, it was full of people. Carefree kids were running around and over-protective parents were chasing after them. There was laughter and smiles everywhere, and at that moment, I don't think I've ever been happier.

Ever since the day I was born, my parents kept me locked up in the house, terrified that if I stepped outside, I would instantly be slaughtered. I loved the fact that they cared so much about me, but I also couldn't help but feel trapped in my own home. So to be in a park full of happy children, well--I can't even describe the happiness and utter normalcy I felt within me.

As the day went on though, the sun disappeared, and dark storm clouds took its place. All of the families packed up their bags and went home, but not me. Oh no, not even some clouds would ruin my day.