Morrigan was a rogue.
And it has been that way since she was a pup.
Stereotypically, Rogues, in the werewolf community, were werewolf's that were more animal than human, they had very savage-like or destructive tendencies. And for that matter, ever...
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NARRATOR
Morrigan had woken up from injury induced sleep, dazed and confused on her surroundings. Then she remembered what happened before she passed out.
She had finally been captured after years of running. She immediately stood on paws, grimacing at the sound of chains rattling and the burning that followed.
She growled as she realized she was locked and chained in cage, alone in a dungeon. Her body still ached from her exertion during her fighting.
Morrigan knew that they would turn her in and she would be killed and possibly dissected too. Her stature was abnormally big for any werewolf. Hell, she was bigger than the Alpha King.
She wished she would've killed that girl, instead of risking her life to save the little twerp. At least she would've had food then.
The more she thought about it, the more she became irritated. The burning sensation that surrounded her neck and ankles, due to the wolfsbane covered silver, was no match for the anger that burned inside her.
Out of a fit of rage, the caged wolf threw her body against the cell door. Continuous barks of anger flew from her mouth as she did it. She was on a rampage, she wasn't just going to sit around and accept her fate. She wanted her freedom.
As expected the sound on the dungeon being opened through a series of locks made Morrigan freeze. As the door opened, Morrigan let out a menacing warning growl. In walked a burly man with scowl on his sculpted face. Though Morrigan had to admit, he was an attractive man with a built physique, she had a bad vide from him. The scent that masked him was familiar, then she remembered his scent. He was there the night she was captured. He was the Beta.
"Will you quiet down mutt!" He stated, grabbing the hunting rifle, that hung on the wall near the door.
Morrigan rolled her eyes at his attempt to intimidate her, she knew he wasn't stupid enough to pull the trigger. If he did kill her, the board of command would've been on him like white on rice. If they did inform them, they wouldn't have captured her, they would've killed her before she even had a chance to wake up.
"Shift." The Beta ordered, making Morrigan let out a wolfish chuckle. He definitely wasn't pleased with Morrigan taking him for a joke.
"You can laugh all you want but I'm not the one that's receiving the death penalty." After he said that, Morrigan's wolffish grin disappeared. It was his turn to laugh now.
"Not funny now is it?" He questioned with wicked smile making Morrigan snarl at him. That did nothing but make him laugh harder and she did not like that.
"Free me." Morrigan's spoke. The Beta went silent and moved back in shock, no werewolf in wolf form should be able to do that. He quickly regained his posture, showing fear to enemies is a sign of weakness. He pretended he wasn't frightened by Morrigan but he was, all he knew was that she was not a normal rogue or even a normal werewolf.
