As a young pup, I had always tried to figure myself out. Hard to do when your life is changing like your appearance.
My dark brown hair often changing to a whitish blonde. I knew that it was my inner wolf trying to connect to me, the first time I turned it was at a very young age. The pain was horrendous but I handled it well. The rest of my family's fur was brown.
My family- unlike are alpha- were very proud of me. As I had gotten older I lost touch with my inner wolf. At fifteen I was that chubby, ugly girl with no sense of style. My hair was very dry from constantly being dyed, my hair was split, half black half blonde.
While at a party I met my mate, he looked at me with disgust. Why? He smelled amazing and was very attractive and here I was, the fugly unloved fatty.
This boy who stood in front of me was seventeen, it was love at first sight... for me.
Before I could speak his icy glare shot through me, "we don't speak of this" he started.
I looked at him confused, why?
"Because I, Noah Caldwell reject you as a mate" my heart shattered, ripped, and torn into millions of pieces as he walked away from me.
Later that night I cried and cried and cried, it had been awhile since I last transformed. It was painful but I did it, I howled in agony all night.
Six months later I ran away.
Now I'm nineteen, I haven't seen my pack/ family since I was sixteen. My story is one of those stories, I had a growth spurt, after transforming my hair went back to its silky soft brown, and being on the run made me skinny but strongI now control a group of rogues.
I am a rogue.
This is my rightful pack; this is where I belong.My pack was strong and ruthless, we were all damaged goods at one point...
I love these people, they are my true family.
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Rejected, rogue, and determined
WerewolfIt's a werewolf book, basically just like the title I'm sorry if some of the facts are incorrect I've never met a werewolf to ask them for the authenticity, and I don't know much- everyone interprets them differently