Senseless

Lois Azel was born without a sense of smell, which is a big deal, considering she's a werewolf. When she get's accused of something she didn't do in her corrupt pack, and thrown out for it, she is forced to become rogue. Almost as soon she's kicked out of a pack, she is running into another because she can't smell out other packs territories. Waking up in a cell with a torn up leg, and blood pouring out of her chest, she realizes that's the best thing to every happen to her.
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"How many rogues were female?"
"Three, sir."
The doors burst open of the holding cells, causing light spilled into the room. The Alpha walked down the stairs as if he was floating, and the light that only shined on his back made him look like some sort of an angel.
He walked with a purpose, sniffing ever so softly, darting his eyes from cell to cell, until he came upon my cell and stared at me.
It was too dark to make out the exact features of his face, but the little light from above helped me see that his features were very well defined and shaped as if the moon goddess had put all of her time and energy into creating the perfect man.
Once his human eyes met my wolf eyes I knew he was the Alpha. Just the way he stared at me made it known that he had complete control over me, daring me to look away.
He took a good look at me, and took a deep breath. I saw his fist clench in what I assume as disgust and hatred for rouges.
The light sparkled in his eyes, showing that he was mind linking someone, before he turned and left, walking up the stairs, and the door slammed behind him.
"What's up with that dude?" The assertive girl from across my cell snorted.
"I know..." The humming girl, who probably escaped from a mental ward sang, "Worthier incomplete."