Mates With A Rouge

My name is...

The truth is I forgot my name the day I ran away from my pack.

I like to go by the name Reagan.

I know a bit cliché with me being a rouge and all, but what can I say?

I'm a 17 year old girl, with shoulder length brown hair and one blue eye and the other grey.

I'm not an ordinary Werewolf though...

I have... Abilities.

More on that later though.

I have been a rouge since I was 9.

I remember little about my past.
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Extract:

"That does it!" He yelled.

"Oh, have I finally cracked the big bad-" I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

I looked down and saw blood.

Lots of blood, pouring out of my stomach.

I looked up a tiny bit and saw a hand holding a knife.

I slowly brought my head up and allowed my face to show.

That's when we made eye contact.

I felt like my whole world shattered.

My multicoloured eyes made contact with his deep chocolate brown orbs.

My heart broke when he said the one word that I have been dreading to hear for 8 years.

"MATE!" He practically yelled.

I was snapped out of my nightmares about my future with this guy when I felt something come up my throat.

I tasted the metallic taste of my own blood as it dripped out of my mouth.

That's right.

I'm about to die.

I won't have a future.

"If I knew your name I would so reject you." I smirked "but I heard the pain of loosing a mate is worse than the pain of rejection." I slowly let my eyes close. "I always knew I was going to die. But I never knew it would be my mate that killed me." I said all this in a croaky voice.

I wasn't scared to die.

To be honest, if it wasn't for my white wolf abilities I would have died a couple of years ago in that run in I had with some other rouges.

"No, no! Baby, don't give up on me now! Please." He said quickly.

If I really tried, I could heal myself now, but where is the fun in that.

But then again...

Do I want to die?