Rogue

Rogue.

Its literal meaning would be someone who doesn't fit the norm. Someone who doesn't like to listen and follow. Someone who is uncontrollable. Unpredictable even.

Usually this is what all the wolves who has no pack is called. And when you've become one, you're immediately judged as someone who is worst than trash.

Others assume that you did something so horrible that you got kicked out of your pack. After all, sentencing a wolf to a life without a pack is one of the worst punishments there is.

Wolves don't usually last long without a pack. They usually die within months. If not, the wolves always change. They become more feral. More attuned to their instincts, to the beast within them.

But not all who are rogues chose to live their lives that way.

Sure, others were punished for crimes they commited.

But some were forced by very unfortunate circumstances they could not control.

Just like her.

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Amelia Hunt used to be a young innocent pup who had her whole life ahead of her. Finding her mate and raising her very own pups, that was the life she dreamt of.

She was too innocent. The youngest child of the alpha of the Bloodmoon Hunters pack. It was one of the strongest packs in the world but also the most peaceful one at that. Never seeking a fight, always ready to lend a helping hand, whether its to another pack or even a coven of vampires.

It was why they were well loved.

Why no one expected what happened.

Why everyone was shocked when they heard the news.

And news always travels fast.

Especially if it's about the Bloodmoon Hunters pack.

News on how they fell.

How no one knew of the attack until it was too late.

How they were all slaughtered in one fell swoop.

How every single wolf died.

All in just one night.

The night where Amelia's world came crashing down, everyone she has ever known and loved gone. Leaving her alone. Practically dead, barely even breathing. It was why no one knew she survived.

And she planned to keep it that way.