Being rogues means, life throws shit at our faces, and sometimes, we throw shit at life.
"This is your last chance to back out," Dad whispered, putting an arm on my shoulder. Encouraging me.
The forest was still asleep, except for the laughter of the four men in blue uniforms that says 'Dawn patrol - Silver Pack' standing beside a small wooden cabin at the end of the silver fence.
I took a deep silent breath, inhaling the smell of the wet dirt I was kneeling on "No, I will do it."
He patted my shoulder one last time giving his biggest proud smile, his brown eyes shining in the darkness "Good, because if you don't I will throw you there myself!"
I rolled my eyes, knowing him, He wasn't joking about it.
"If I die-" I started, but was cut by him as soon as I pronounced the word 'die'
"If? Are you kidding me! I bet your cousins you will get caught before you reach the first house."
Well, I guess 'die' is not what he was worried about.
"Seriously Jacke!" I whisper yelled as high as our location aloud me "If I get caught you better rescue me before I feel chains on my wrists. If you let me die in there, I will hunt your soul forever."
It wasn't going to come to dying that soon. Or at least I hoped. Silver pack was the kind of torture first and kill later.
"Easy pup. You will make it by yourself. It's too early for me to fight anyway."
I gave him one last threatening look "You better not let me suffer for long."
He nodded, grinning.
He will do the exact opposite of what I said.
Yet I had to take my chances. My father's standers of pain were a little too high for me.I got up, not bothering to look back at him. Looking all over the trees, I took off my shirt and used it to jump over the silver fence.
The wind was blowing on the opposite side of the patrol, at least nature was encouraging me the right way this morning. Just as my feet landed on the other side and took steps forward, using the trees to hide, I was officially trespassing. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Praying for the Moon it wasn't loud enough to reach the men. I didn't waste any time, moving from one tree to another deep in the pack territory like a ghost, or in my case, like a rogue.
A greenhouse finally showed. Four glass windows in the front were closed. So I had to turn around, lucky for me, I was small enough to fit in the only half-opened window, I jumped silently and stuffed my body inside. I miscalculated the distance, the land inside the house was loud.
"Shit!"
I run inside and hide behind the kitchen counter. Seconds later, noise came from the second floor, then steps."Hello?" It was a female voice, an old one.
The sound of her nose sniffing the air only made my heart beats louder."Is someone there?"
I don't know what's wrong with these swarmies. Asking numbnuts questions like if whomever was hiding in their kitchen will come out waving their hands answering.Other steps came from the stairs.
"Can you smell that? Like burned wood?" The old lady told someone.
I admit it, I do smell like burned wood, but I also have a good explanation for that.. maybe I'll tell you later, when I'm in a more comfortable situation.
"I will link the patrol." It was an old man's voice.
Oh shit. I was going to be in deep shit if I didn't do something. It's 6 minutes walk till the patrol is here. So If they run. I only have two.I stood, waving my hand with a smile "Hi there."
the old couple gasped in shock. The man tried to shield the women from me.Ooh how cute. These mates make my heart melt. Even if they were swarmies.
"Rogue!" the women yelled with a shaky voice
"Umm. Don't mind me. I will just take a couple of stuff and go away" I said as I picked a knife on the kitchen counter.
The women rushed upstairs as the old man growled at me. Ready to attack.
"Oh no no. I'm not gonna hurt you. It was just the first thing I reached!"
The man didn't look convinced, although I was saying the truth. I looked around, with one eye on the old. If he really was going for the attack. Can he even shift? He's too old and slow for that. I only know one old rogue, old Louis, he was about 120, when I asked him once he said his bones and organs are too weak to shift. But the man was still able to chase a chicken with two legs.
A bracelet was on the table so I took it, glancing at the small window, I decided the front door was better to use. So I made a backward run. Not taking my eyes off the growling old man.
"It was nice raiding you grand swarmy. I will come back soon. See ya!"
With that, I opened the door with my free hand. I looked around. The sun was slowly rising and I had a better vision of the forest. I run with all the speed I got on the opposite side of where the patrol was.
The sound of paws hitting the earth and howls raised in the air. I hoped the old man will be too shocked to link them that I run out of the house.
The fence was clear now in front of me, 10 more meters. I put the knife and bracelet in my pocket, taking off my shirt. The howls were coming closer but I made it out of the territory."What! Does this mean I will have to pay 250 dollars to the boys each! I prefer if you made me fight the swarmies or cry over your dead body!" My father said already half-naked.
I could see the tens of cuts on his chest from the times he was tortured by the swarms, and the times he got into fights, and the one time I cut him with a silver knife because he challenged me, not my fault, he now knows better than to call me soft like a swarmy pup, and on his back too his skin was channels of whipping marks, as he went behind the tree to undress and shift.
He passed me the bag, where I stuffed my clothes "Maybe I can loan you from the 500$ I bet them I will make it out with no trouble."
"Bloody smartasses! "
I shifted, my warm blood rushing in my veins, and my bones cracked. My skin tingling as fur grew all over it. I landed on four paws, not having the time to adjust to the new body. I held the bag with my huge teeth and run beside my father's similar brown wolf who was a double size of mine. She-wolves weren't as big as males, unless it was an Alpha female. Not that there were any female alphas, but their daughters and sisters tended to be bigger than the normal she-wolves, almost as big as a beta male or a warrior. Depends on their training.
The air was blowing my coat, and the howls of the swarm patrol was getting far. They weren't going to chase us for furthest than two miles outside their lands. So, we slowed down, catching our breaths.
"You go first pup" father linked me, taking the wrong turn before the waterfall, to run in circles in case someone was following.
"I'm not a pup anymore!" I growled
"Oh right, you just made your first solo raid. Your first step to becoming the packs' most wanted thief. Cute goal if you ask me."
"It's also my 18 birthday, which makes me a full-grown werewolf but yeah, that too"
The vibes of guilt flowed in the link. Although he wouldn't admit it, I knew he felt a little bad for forgetting about his only daughter's birthday. I don't think he had any idea about my birth date in the first place.
I didn't really care though. Those kinds of celebrations weren't a very rogue thing to do. It was my mom's specialty to remember every anniversary.
Not that there were many to remember, but as I said, rogues don't give a shit and swarms celebrate everything.____________________________
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Living With Rogues
WerewolfFollowing her father's steps she grew up in chaos, wildness and trouble. With a strange skin hunger syndrome, she is navigating through life as a rogue clinging to her cousins. The moon ceremony is approaching, all werewolves are welcomed: Alphas, L...