To Rise From the Ashes (A Lost Prophecy)

Rogue

{Felicity's POV (unedited)}

It's been one week.

One week since I was thrown out, one week since I got out of the hospital, one week, since the start of my problems.

One week of my survival.

I really don't know how I survived until now. When I was younger, I heard stories from the older people of the pack saying, "Once you become a rogue, there is no escape from death."

And that maybe another reason that I still don't know why I am alive.

No, I am pretty grateful for that, but life out here is hard. The best thing about being rogue, is about the freedom you enjoy. But unfortunately things don't just become easier.

There are other rogues, who try killing the other wolves that venture out of the packs. Most say it is due to insanity, and that their wolf took over their humans, and that's........... not something I look forward meeting.

Well they are the ones to avoid seeing, and being with. 3 months is enough, to turn into an insane rogue.

Well, I don't think I should worry about that, since I might probably be a dud. It's a disgrace to my pack, most probably the whole werewolf world, but they do exsist.

I have almost, Keyword: ALMOST. Almost got killed by other types of rogues, and luckily did not meet any insane wolves.

May the Moon Goddess bless my unluckiness.

Every time I'm outside, every nerve, every muscle screams at me to turn back and run to my pack. Sometimes, I was almost convinced about going back to my pack, ask them for forgiveness, and if needed to be, I would live an Omega.

But something tells me that, it would be the worst mistake I would have ever done.

And that prevents me, from doing whatever the opposite my body asks me to.

The next problem. Food. Okay, I can set traps, catch deer, have them for dinner, but for how long?

It's been one week since I have had normal food!

I don't even know if I can survive out here.

But I have made a vow to myself, that I will be alive the next 2 years, prove to my pack that I ain't weak, and- wait. The pack thinks I am on an educational trip.

How unfortunate.

I curse my self everyday for not having a wolf like the others. Maybe my reputation was awesomely really bad in my past life, that I was gifted with such a life.

All my dreams of being Beta, just vanished in thin air.

Now I find, that my survival is most important.

But how? 2 years?

After going rogue for a few days, I found it particularly difficult from staying away from other pack's territory. And once, when my luck slipped away from my fingers yet again, I got chased by 12 wolves, and few in human form, throwing sticks and stones at me.

My whole world, that I made with my hard work, just crumbled. I am standing here, wondering when my time is yet to come.

Is anyone missing me? Is anyone thinking about my well being?

I don't know.

And the thing is, I don't know anything.

I had been home schooled my whole life, and that makes it difficult for me to get a job.