Since the creation of werewolves centuries ago they have lived in silence. While they have been the apex predator they've allowed humans to control the world, but no longer will that stand. They are not going to be passive players any longer. This world is theirs and no one is going to be able to stop them from taking it. This story was previously titled Decimus and had a different plot, the first version of the story is still posted on here.

My memories always haunt me. And they never cease. They come back when I hear a simple howl at night. I wish they would just disapear, like how I made all my fear. But I know it's impossible. Fear is always easier to get rid of, of course, when you have nothing else to live for. I remember the night. The night my family was brutally murdered. The night I became a rogue. I remember all the screaming of my friends. None of us knew they would attack us that night. The night of our festival of the moon. I always wondered how I was the one to survive, the runt of the pack. . . Willow is a rouge after the tragic event of a rouge attack on her village three years ago. She now lives alone in the forest. But when she's discovered by an alpha and his beta, she has no choice but to try and run away again. But how is that possible when the alpha is her mate.