Morrigan 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...
Annette was the girl's name. Morrigan had learned everything about the girl within an hour of meeting her, considering she barely kept her shut for a second. She also learned the girl was apart of the Knight Riders Pack. From what Annette told her The Knight Riders are a pack of Elite wolves, they were of high status. Surely, they had wolves out everywhere looking for this girl, she's been missing for hours.
Morrigan knew it was dangerous trying to get this girl to safety, especially with the bounty on her head. But she knew this girl would get eaten alive trying to find her way back. She was surprised Annette has survived as long as she did. Annette was at least 35 miles away from home. That wolf did a good job driving her a far way from home. And for some odd reason, Morrigan felt it her job to get her back safely, she had some unknown connection to her.
The sun was going to set soon, it had to be close to the afternoon, and Annette was quietly sitting across Morrigan's back, holding tightly to her thick black mane as they had gotten closer to her pack's territory. Morrigan wasn't sure how close they were but they definitely weren't far.
But the closer Morrigan had gotten, the stranger she felt. The forest was quiet, a little too quiet. Morrigan had stopped walking and Annette had realized that hairs littered across Morrigan's back were raised.
"Is something wrong?" Annette asked starting to become frightened at Morrigan's mood shift. Morrigan could hear her pulse pick up as well as her breathing.
Nothing but trees surrounded them, Morrigan took a moment to get a better look at their surroundings. Something didn't feel right and living in those woods all her life taught to trust her gut.
A growl left Morrigan's throat scaring Annette, causing her to whimper.
Suddenly, Several wolves emerged from the bushes. Growls and snarls left their mouths as they closed in on Morrigan and Annette. Morrigan's huge form easily towered over their's, she knew she could handle herself. But it was going to be troubling now that she had Annette.
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Morgan gently shook Annette off her back. And motioned for her to stay behind her. Morrigan recognized one of the wolves, it was the one that tried to attack Annette earlier. Morrigan figured that he was probably upset she took his target and went to get reinforcements.
'Annette?' Morrigan said through mind-link, while holding her ground against the wolves.
"Yes." She whimpered.
'Climb' Morrigan instructed. Annette bolted to the nearest tree, then the first wolf lunged.
Annette climbed as fast as she could, her little claws extending, sticking into the wood of the tree, giving her a better grip. She didn't dare turn around, she heard the disturbing sounds of bones snapping, whimpers and howls of pain, and blood being shed. She continued to climb until she reached a sturdy branch, giving her distance from the gruesome battle below.
