ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ

I ran as fast as my four paws would take me, hopping my sleek white fur would blend into the midnight snow. The truck was right behind me. I could see its headlight gleaming over me, casting a shadow over the ground. Their chants were like a wolf howling at the moonlight. I didn't risk looking back. I knew only looking back would only distract me, and bam! I'm dead! Just like my mum and my old man. A car jaywalked my path, causing me to stop and run into it. Now, ha, now I'm fur on a coat. ************ Meet Maddy Gore, your typical werewolf loner-- a wolf without a pack, that's not considered a Rogue-- who doesn't care to much about the dangers of life. Well, she considered herself as 'the Rebel Clown'. It's mostly her stage name though. She nerves every pack she comes a crossed, well in America atleast. One day, she was chased out of America by a different breed of werewolves called Monstra's, Greek for Monster, and was forced to jump into a boat that went who knows where. While off in sea, she discovers the boat was heading to South America, just in time for Carnival. But during the Carnival, hunters seeking her fur chased her into another packs territory. And in that pack, was her mate. Not only was Riley Parks her mate, but he was the alpha. Will the Rebel Clown change? Will she finally have a home? Or will she be the same Rebel she's been her whole life?