Silver POV
I was little when my dad and pack died, I and my mom survived. We were rouges, we went on adventures and lived a free life. My mom died protecting me at the age of 14. She would sing "carry on by Olivia holt" every night to me so I wouldn't feel scared. At night I would sing the song, I would feel like sometimes my mom and dad were here.
Let me introduce myself my name is Silver stone, I'm a 19 year old girl and a loner. I would be carful every time I passed territories, I try not to get caught because if u get caught, they will kill you or lock you up.
When i was in no man land at the Age of 16. I was careless. Sadly wasn't a good experience to get caught. It's was something that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I didn't get caught by another pack, no something way worse. I got caught by 2 male rouges. I was beat to a breaking point. I was being used for their own pleasure. That day I lost my innocence and myself.
From that day on I hated males and how much damage they can cause others. This world is ruled by alpha males and the king of them all the head alpha. Even talking about him bring me shivers, best to never go near him or around. Rouges aren't all bad but they are some very evil ones that kill off packs. My pack was destroyed by another pack. The king very vicious towards other rouges. He would kill them in a snap. " Crazy right!". Sadly no fighting chance against him. Very powerful male.
