Rogue Mate

Prologue

I ran, adrenaline pumping through my veins and the cold snow feeling both wonderful and painful under my bare feet. This was a stupid idea, I hate this. I look over my shoulder to see the wolf barreling after me not too far behind. I felt my foot catch on a piece of root and I stumbled forward, coming face to face with the white snow.

I turn over on my back and back up using my hands. He wolf stares me down, inching closer every scoot backward I take. He brings its chest close to the ground and pounces, making me scream. He stops just above me and attacks.

He puts a paw on my forehead and forces my face into the snow. I spit the snow out and scowl at him. "I hate you," I say, pushing him off me. He stumbles back and falls into the snow. I laugh and I can just imagine my twin brother rolling his eyes.

"I win again, sucks to be you," Roman says through mind link. I get off the ground and brush the snow off.

"I would've won if I was in wolf form instead of stupid human form," I say as we walk side by side back up to the packs house.

"Just admit defeat, sis. It's not that hard," Roman says. I stay silent with my head held high. He makes an annoyed growl and runs up to the house when it comes into view. I stay behind, exhausted from running for hours.

"Morning Scott, Travis," I greet the guards as soon as I approach the house. They grin back and returns to their duties. Noble men they are.

I walk into the house and am immediately hit with the delicious smell of steak. It carried me into the kitchen, where I see my mother taking the steak out of the oven.

"Mmmm, smells nice mom," I flatter. I reach for a chip next to her but she slaps my hand away. "Ow!"

"You can wait for dinner, just like everybody else," she says, looking at me pointedly with a playful smile. I roll my eyes and plop myself at the island chair.

"Fine, when I die from starvation," I mumble. My mom laughs. She's the Luna of our pack, and my best friend. She's the only one in this pack that understands me -- aside from Roman but he's just my annoying twin brother.

Speaking of annoying twin brothers, I think I hear a certain teenage boy running into the kitchen. "I smell food," he says, rubbing his hands together and sitting next to me at the table. I manage scoop some mashed potato onto my plate before he snatches the spoon away.

"Hog," I hiss.

"Slow poke," he teases. I throw mashed potato in his eye.

My mom laughs softly from her position at the stove as Roman scowls at me and wipes it away.

"We're not starting a food fight up in here are we?" Asks a new voice. My dad walks into the kitchen and sits down across from Roman and next to my mom. He kisses her cheek and she smiles while filling his plate.

"I don't know, are we Lizzy?" Roman asks with a sly smile. I contain the urge to take him by the back of the neck and slam his nose into his food -- but that could break the plate.

Instead, I mutter bite me and take the first chomp at my food.

"So, kids," my dad says. We look up from our food simultaneous, both having food shoved in our mouths. "Any progress with your human skills?"

I swallow. "Well, i'm still faster than Roman by 5 mph," I say. "Not that it takes much."

"Ha, you wish," my brother says, having finally finished his food.

"That's good for you Elisabeth, as for you Roman, why don't you push a little harder?" My dad says. I bite my lip to contain a laugh and Roman growls at me.

"That's totally unfai--"

He is immediately cut off when the front door slams shut. "Alpha! Alpha!" Someone yells. Travis comes skidding into the room, barely stopping as he passes the kitchen with a red face and claw marks down his shirt. I drop my fork in shock.

"What is it?" My dad asks, standing up with my mother by his side. Her standard demeanor is gone and replaced by a serious more Luna like woman.

"R-Rogues, everywhere!"

Everything falls silent for what seems like hours but can only be moments. Rogues, here? Why are they attacking? I thought there was a compromise, or a truce!

"God dammit... Okay, Elisabeth and Roman go upstairs to one of your rooms. Now!" He yells. I nod and jog upstairs, expecting my twin to be right behind me but he isn't and doesn't look like he's planning on it.

"No! Are you serious? We're not 12 anymore, dad. We can fight!" Roman argues.

My dad puts a frustrated hand on his forehead. "Roman, now is not the time! Go upstairs with your sister, that's an order!" Not only was he our dad, but he's our Alpha too.

My brother nods in defeat and we race upstairs. We duck into my bedroom and lock the door.

We hear growling, screaming, and death cries. It's like a battle field outside of our house and it terrified me. Roman, on the other hand... I could tell he wanted a piece of the action. I thought at one point he was going to bust the door down and run out to fight.

But like all things, the cries and fighting came to an end. We slowly walk downstairs to find out who won.

The door opens and someone walks in...

It's our dad.

In his hands--

The bloody corpse of our dead mother.

My dad dropped onto his knees and lets out a sob. He's in pain because his soulmate has been killed. He won't ever find true love again, it's impossible.

I stare at our mother in shock. She was so beautiful when she was alive--now she's pale and bloody. I glance up at Roman and he has his eyes closed.

I run over to my dad and sink to my knees. I brush away a stray piece of hair from my mothers forehead, than my dads.

"Dad, I--" he cuts me off with a bone crushing hug. I return it immediately. He needs it.. More than I do. I let the first tear escape as we hug in silence.

Roman stands alone in shock, my dad and I hug on the floor, and my mom lays dead on the carpet... Never to open her precious blue eyes again.

This took forever! The prologue is always the worst to write because you can go anywhere with it. It's your introduction and it defines you and I think i'm looking into it too much...