Sabrina

Chapter 1

I've never been someone to follow rules. Ever since I found myself alone and learn what I was I came to the conclusion that you can't trust no one but yourself, to be a leader not a follower.

I have seen many of us and we have got in some trouble here and there but for what I've learned living free and away from pack laws is the best way to go. My group is made of rogues, at least that's how they call themselves. They were a group even before they found me.

They found me down by a river when I was six years old. They thought I was a lost pack pup but when they saw me they couldn't understand the scent they caught, that only lasted for so long though. They took me in and cared for me like I was one of their own.

After a few weeks of knowing them my wolf said she was ready to show who she was because she felt safe. It took long because we were alone for a whole year with people always trying to get us thinking we were a real small wolf but how wrong they were. I thought I was alone dealing with my wolf but as son as she showed appearance to this group we realize we weren't alone. They were just like us.

The reason they couldn't believe my scent was because I was only six and werewolf don't usually change until they hit puberty but no later then their sixteen birthday. Each of them showed me their wolf and year after year they taught me a lot of the things now I know, but I taught them how to cover their scent after my wolf learn how she was doing it. It was easier to hide from the packs if we conceal our scent.

Once I reached the age of 15 I had become the biggest wolf. She was fully mature and feared. I am very proud of her and I appreciate everyone in my group because without them I don't know how long it would had took me to figure out what I was or how long I would had survived been young and alone.

While most of my group wolves were brown or gray mine was pitch black, that made them feel in awe but scared. They said only male have that color specially Alphas. That's not it... a typical shewolf is about three times bigger then your average wild wolf but mine was about five times if not more. That right there intimidated them, not to mention I was the biggest one in their group.

I have never had to proof myself to them. We were a group of rogues that can trust to each other but at the end it was all and alone because we only take care of ourselves. That is how rogues are defined and why they don't run in packs. You see everyone in this group has their mate, but I haven't found mine. I've been in every territory and without luck I never crossed my mate but thankfully we were never caught either.

I have started to wonder if I'm ever going to find it. Sometimes I think is better like this but my wolf cries telling me she needs her mate, and let's be honest I'm starting to feel lonely myself.

Tomorrow we are going back to the states. Hit the first pack we find in our way back home, create some noise and keep with our business. It makes our journey and days funnier and faster. Maybe just maybe I will find my mate tomorrow who knows, but for now I have to rest because is a long run and a lot of track to hide not to mention our scent and ourselves from humans.

Tonight I will welcome the stars to take me into a deep and rest sleep. Tomorrow I will continue a new journey and see what my futures awaits.