Rogue Queen

2

15 years had passed since that terrible event that made two packs homeless. Being that I was only six at the time, I couldn't take over yet. Neither of the Alphas or the Betas survived. Sometimes I dream about the slam of the metal doors. My father and my Beta on the other side. Just like a captain goes down with his ship so does the Alpha with his pack. 

Times were hard for us. Most of our Rogue Pack were children so we couldn't protect ourselves. The nurses and the guards who were still in the Pack House did their best to give us everything we needed and protected us with their last dying breath. The hunters drove us out of our Pack House when the waters went down. Sadly, many of the children perished on our way to nearest pack. The hunters were merciless. Werewolves were werewolves to them. 

To make matters worse. The Vampires found us before the nearest pack could. Not as heartless as the Hunters but none the less they had a dislike for us. The killed our guards and nurses then treated us like slaves. There are only twenty of us left now. 

I sit quietly as I wait for the princess to finish putting on her makeup. I hated everyone here. Especially the royal family. They treated us like trash. Barely feeding us half the time. My Pack lived in old falling apart barns. Literally with the animals. Late at night we would all stay up and talk about our grand escape and how we would one day be great again. But it was just a fantasy. None of us knew how to fight and even if we tried. We would be out numbered.