The Legends Lie (On Hold)

1: Let the rogue do it's thing

I do not own any of the images used here, they are all images that I have found on google.

You can imagine the characters however you like, but the images above are the characteristics that I will be using through the book (e.g. Kelsey has Chestnut hair). If you meet, or hear of, their wolf in that chapter, I might include that image as well.

Above we have Kelsey and her wolf Zaya.
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(4 years later - 18)

The clock sat proudly on the wall behind me, ticking incessantly as it counts down the seconds until I could escape the abandoned silence of this room for my designated bathroom break... before returning to this isolating box.

Ever since my shift, there has been a constant flood of pleas and petitions being sent the Alphas way in attempt to remove me from the pack. It took my parents months of negotiating to allow us all to stay and eventually he yielded on a few conditions. We could stay if:

1) Clarke Maier is to re-join the warriors for free and work overtime.

2) The wolf in question must only leave the house for school and it's curtains must remain closed at all times.

3) The wolf is only to speak to other wolves when directly asked a question.

4) The wolf will arrive at school 1hr early, and leave 1hr later than others to avoid running into other students.

5) The wolf will have it's own room in school and never attempt to interact with other students or faculty

6) The wolf will be provided with textbooks, so must teach themselves all lessons. They will do tests at the same time as other students, being monitored by the classroom camera.

7) The classroom blinds must be shut at all times to prevent other students having to look at the wolf. 30 minutes of open window time a day  is permitted. (we really had to fight for that one)

8) And finally, as retribution for years of unwarranted protection, if the school is thrust into any danger, the wolf is to volunteer as a sacrifice. Even if the situation doesn't ask for one.

That's been my life for the past four years. Spend the day in stuffy isolation, only to return home to do the same thing. Same routine, different surroundings.

A loud ring breaks by pity party of 1 to remind me to close the window and blinds before making my way down to the bathroom before the other students leave their classrooms. I push my calculator and papers aside and stand up slowly. I drag my feet over to the window and take a deep breath to savour the last few seconds of fresh air before wrenching the rusted window towards me, and dragging down the coffee-stained, blackout blinds.

Glancing up at the clock, I realise that it hadn't taken me as long to drag the window shut as usual and I still had 27 seconds until I was permitted to leave. I hover by the door, my trembling fingers resting on the handle and my eyes laser focused on the slow, methodical tick of the seconds hand.

'5... 4... 3... 2... 1...and go'. I yank the handle down and sprint off to the bathroom.

Along the hallway, all of the murals that were once worshipped were now left chipping and forgotten. No-one was willing to remove them completely on the off-chance that the white-wolf "Maier" is still out there somewhere, but no-one could face it long enough to upkeep it without feeling an uncontrollable urge to destroy it... and then me.

The legend hasn't been mentioned in 4 years.

No-one dares to utter the words out of disappointment and regret of having worshipped the wrong wolf for 14 years.