A True Rogue

Chapter 27

3rd Person

Everything was finally falling into place, but this was not a fairytale was it? No. Some real hard work goes into fixing other people's mistakes. Why? Because you never really knew how deep the damage went and the silvery wolf knew that, she knew it too well.

That is why she had to prod, provoke and prod Rain some more in order to ascertain the anomalies in her temper, attitude and reaction. It was through this that she learned how the rogue hated being treated like a delicate flower; indeed she did which resulted in plenty bloody battles between her and her soul kin.

'Why treat me and yourselves like damaged goods,' she'd ask. 'when we are in truth so much more than our past?' This happened anytime someone or other dared to talk down on themselves or even feel sorry for her, thus earning more and more of her soul kin's admiration, trust and loyalty.

It was never a planned affair for the pack to work on their defence skills because in this particular pack, it was already a way of life. Wild as it were, it was good for our Rain.

There was no silence in her family, this family who had found her. No such thing as sitting idly to pass time, oh wouldn't it be an insult to call our wolves busy bees?

Questions were asked, for one, 'why call our selves wild if we are not going to utilize said wilderness? We walk mother earth's grounds only but who chased us from the trees?

By influence, Rain became a more affectionate mother to her twins, with the help from the elderly wolf, she learned to give more 'thumbs up' for a job well done and yelled less for the negative. She wasn't a touchy feely person by growth and was not going to transform into one overnight.

It took months for Rain to adjust and enjoy being around other wolves, but with kindred spirits all around her, it was a bit easier to bond with them, her brothers and sisters.

It was during these events that Rain felt a gap inside of her, like a large piece of herself was missing, something that would put a stamp to the word family. She did not know how to deal with this feeling and why she was this way, and so she went to the one figure she trusted with all her life at the moment. To the silvery wolf, her Mama.

Mama was inside one of the huts she seemed to love more than others, built right at the center of pack grounds and with nothing but thatching for both walls and roof, the hut was her favorite. It always smelled like herbs when Rain visited the place, but to her, it was the smell of home. Rain assumed their Mama liked this hut cause it was one of the most traditional structures in the pack, for a classic wolf like her healer Mama. What she'd never know was that her Mama preferred because from within the tiny place she felt perfectly in tune to her children's every emotion. From this place she could sense when there was anything amiss, so this was mama-wolf keeping an eye on things.
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It was at sundown that day when Rain visited the silvery wolf, pulling the enclosing beads apart at the entrance, she let herself in to her Mama's favorite den. Other than the annoying clanking of the beads, no other sound came from the rogue because the only sound Mama appreciated was her children's joy and herbs grinding, less of all else.

"Mama, what are you doing?" Rain asked quietly, approaching the silvery wolf who was knelt next to a steaming pot. "For you this-" she pointed at the roses, which were mesmerising with their velvety petals melting into a thick bloody red substance that oddly enough...smelled like blood, which alarmed Rain!