Morrigan was a rogue.
And it has been that way since she was a pup.
Stereotypically, Rogues, in the werewolf community, were werewolves that were more animal than human, they had savage-like or destructive tendencies. And for that matter, everyone hated rogues of all types. Meaning, that if a rogue was spotted or made itself present, it was to be killed on sight.
But that really wasn't the case for all rogues, some rogues were just like others, they just didn't like being in packs. They would rather have more free will.
But that wasn't the case for Morrigan.
Morrigan was a cold-blooded killer, when she wanted to be, slaughtering anyone that got in her way. She had made a big name for herself in the werewolf community because of her actions. She had a big price on her head.
But Morrigan wasn't always like that.
She wasn't until her family was torn apart by other wolves for simply being rogues. That faithful day set off her hatred for others. That was the day her humanity was stripped from her, making her live up to the stereotypes.
She was the stories people told others to scare them half to death. She was even feared by toughest of Alphas and packs. Her name had a dark and scary power behind it.
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A/N: This is the first story, I have posted on Wattpad in a while, it feels good to start writing again.
(Interlude [Intro] not proofread/edited)
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WerewolfMorrigan was a rogue. And it has been that way since she was a pup. Stereotypically, Rogues, in the werewolf community, were werewolf's that were more animal than human, they had very savage-like or destructive tendencies. And for that matter, ever...
