The Rogue Mate

Prologue - "Intertwined Fates"

3 years ago

Blake’s pov:
- Hold on, Blake, I can’t keep up!

I hear from my twin-little-brother Damian. We’re in our wolf-shapes running as fast as we can through the woods. It’s dark, slippery and the mist is making its nightly appearance over the landscape. Behind us, there’s a bloodthirsty Alpha-wolf chasing us. This is none other than the Alpha of the Black Pack, the biggest pack in the valley.

My brother and I are rogues by the way, and for some reason we brought attention to ourselves in a bad way. They were all gathered outside for some ritual and my brother and I tried to blend in for the food and drinks, but someone caught our scent. During that time in the crowd however, we found out they had just lost a pack-member…to a rogue. Neither Damian nor I had anything to do with that, but this Alpha doesn’t care.

- You have to keep up, Damian. That Alpha back there is not going to hesitate if he gets his paws on you.

I answer as he’s struggling to keep up. We both stop in the middle of a clearing and turn back into our human shapes.

- We’ll just apologize for interfering and tell him the truth, that we didn’t kill anyone from their pack. It’s got to be a worth a try, right?

My brother suggests as he’s trying to catch his breath.

- Because our experience in the past dictates that, right?

I answer sarcastically. We’re both 15 years old. Our wolves aren’t as strong we might need them to be. I mean, they’re both strong enough for us to make it through the day. They have been since we ran from our pack 5 years ago, but we avoid trouble as much as possible…well, at least we try to.

Less than ten seconds after we’ve stopped, a big black wolf appears at the edge of the clearing. As he sees us, he goes straight into his human-form. He’s quite big, I’ll tell you that already. He’s about the beginning of his 30’s I think and has more than enough kills to his name if I’m not wrong. He’s an Alpha-wolf after all.

- Your best chance would’ve been to keep on running, rogues. Now I get to make sure that you both pay for what you’ve done!

He says. My brother and I keep our stance right where we are, watching his every moment. He’s walking slightly back and forth, but it can take less than a second before he gets to us.

- We didn’t kill your pack-member. We were just looking for some food and water. We’ve barely been in the area long enough…

My brother says as the Alpha pulls up his sleeves. He’s ready to shed some blood, some retribution.

- I know the scent when I smell it, rogue! It had your smell all over it! As the Alpha of my pack, it’s my duty to make sure justice is served!

By the look in his eyes, I know he’s not going to let this go. His muscles are tightened and not to mention big, like balloons attached to his arms. My brother and I have nothing that compares. We don’t really stand a chance

- Just listen to us, alright? We’re peaceful rogues, we have been for years. We’re not interested in making enemies or shedding any blood. We’re just trying to survive on our own.

I try to clarify our intentions, but it’s clear that he doesn’t believe any of us.

- Lies! You rogues are all the same! You’re out for blood against the ones that have a place to call home, a place where they belong. My pack demands justice, and I intend on giving it to them.