My Rogue

Chapter 1: Rogue

Mika's POV

I guess you could say I'm not the luckiest of guys out there. Sure, life hasn't been all bad. There may have been a point I was what you could call happy, but that must be pushed so far down in my memories because all I can think of right now is the bad.

I looked around the small closet that I have called a room for as long as I can remember. I'm not exaggerating when I say closet either; I can't even stand with my arms out in a T without touching both walls. The wood was splintered at every break in the floor, the peace of plywood I call a door barely hanging off its hinges. I scrunched my eyebrows together as I pulled myself off the floor as I was still lying in the blood that pooled around me from the beating that evening. I couldn't even tell you how long ago that was, I passed out in the middle and when I woke up, the moon was shining bright against the pitch-black sky.

The wounds the bastards gave had started to close; the knife wound under my ribs nothing but a scar as if from a wound long long ago. Perks of being a werewolf I guess; the beatings come quick and often, and the wounds fade likewise.

But that didn't matter. Not anymore. I finished throwing the random assortment of clothes in my torn-up draw-string bag and slowly and quietly pushed the plywood door opened with a small creak. I looked around quickly to see if anyone was awake. My wolf ears listened closely to the sounds of the pack house only to be greeted with silent breaths and quiet snores. I sighed. I guess they all wore themselves down with beating the shit out of me.

I stepped out the door and quietly walked down the steps to the front door. The lock was secured tightly on as if we were prisoners here. Luckily, years of having to steal food in the dead of night left me with some tricks up my sleeves. I pulled out the two bobby pins that held my bangs out of my face and got to work. In less than a minute, the lock clicked open. My shoulders rose and I squeezed my eyes shut tight, praying no one heard the sound. As all seemed quite still, I slowly opened the door and stepped foot out into the open night air.

I closed the door behind me, placing the lock on the outside and sealing it shut. It wouldn't hold them long. Hell, the Alpha Diego would probably bust the door down with one kick, lock and all. But it still felt good, getting the best of them for once, even if it was just a small nuisance.

I turned and headed straight for the trees, taking in a deep breath of the night sky. I smiled to myself. Freedom I thought to myself and the wolf inside me stirred with the feeling of the open skies. I picked up my pace, running on two legs instead of four for the time being. My wolf form left quite a sent and may as well start to mask my trail even a little. When I go to the pack borders a couple miles from the pack house, I stopped.

This was it. Once I cross these trees, there was no going back. If they caught me, I was dead, Diego made sure I knew that over the years. But I was fine with that. He tried so hard to break me over the years and if I'm being honest, he did. A part of me will never be the same after all those torturous years. I would have died in that closet of a bedroom soon anyway; I may as well get some freedom first.

I steadied myself and gripped my bag tight with both hands as I stepped over the line. As soon as my foot fell over the border, pain like I've never knows shot through my body, and I've known a lot of pain. I fell to the ground, desperate to catch my breath. It was as though a thousand needles had pierced through my skins right to my bones, tearing apart my muscles as they did so.

And that was it. I severed my own pack bond.

I was a rogue.

After a few agonizing minutes, I managed to catch my breath. I was still in a daze till a loud howl sounded out over the trees. He knew.

I shakily stood to my feet. If I could feel the pack bond severing, of course the alpha could as well. My body shook in fear against my deepest wishes. I shook my head, waking myself from the trembles that shook my body at the thought of my Alpha. I wasted enough time already.

I quickly took off my clothes, stuffing them into the bag and placing it in my mouth. Then I began to shift. The cracking of bones rang out in the night as I shifted into my wolf form. Now In my place stood an all-black beast, bright red eyes adjusting to the night. I held my bag tight in my mouth and with all the strength my body could muster, I raced off into the night, the sounds of howls quickly on my heels.

Authors Note: Hello to whoever reads this! Thanks for taking an interest in my work! This is not my first story I've written but it is the first story I'm publishing to Wattpad, so we'll see how it goes :). I read a lot of these types of stories (werewolf bxb and really wanted to try and write my own, so the story I guess you could say is inspired by all the other writers of Wattpad. Let me know if you like it/hate it, see some edits that I miss (I'm just self editing, or have any suggestions about my writing. Thanks for giving this story a chance, I hope you like it as I had fun writing it!