My paws slammed against the earth as the bullets smashed on the ground behind me. I've never been a popular wolf. Especially now that I'm in the Alza territory. I've never had a territory. I felt my four paws be replaced by two bare feet and sprinted into my backyard, running into the arms of my brother Kodi. "It's okay, doll," he whispered. "Nobody's gonna hurt you around me."
When a Rogue werewolf moves into Pack territory, she finds herself skating on thin ice. Her mind craves for roaming space. Her emotions crave for rest from the bullies in the Packs. Her heart craves Acceptance, something a Rogue doesn't get until death.
