I run and run and never stop. As far as I know my whole family is dead and I'm now a rogue. The word 'love' doesn't exist in my world anymore, it has been replaced by 'survive'. I no longer believe in a 'mate' and I know I don't have one. Even if I did I would be rejected. I was slightly abused by my family and now I was being attacked and treated like trash. I'm scared to even take another step to unknown land, believing that I would only be a burden. Will things ever be the same, or will I die and rot away as a rogue?