Alex has lived a life of constant fear and loneliness, the only friend she have left is her wolf. She is a 14 year old werewolves, she had to be diffrent among her own kind. Being a rogue the crimnial of her kind. The society of werewolves see all rogues as a threat against their pack, they are the worst scum of the werewolves world and are treated as trash or monster. If they make a mistake, it could cost their lives.
Alex had been through alot she have gone through things that no child should have to do. Abused in her old family, ran away from home as a 4 year old kid, watch the only ones she saw as family be annihilated in front of her and gone through a battlefield killing the same kind as her. She have been tortured for months and haunted by humans, werewolves and vampires.
That sum up her childhood and one thing she learned was life is never fair.
A new rule was created by the royal Lycan family that all rogues between 13 to 20 should go to school with werewolves, a way to give the rogues a second chance. Alex hinks it's the best plan for her to go underground and voluntarily sign up for school; she end up in the Lupo Academy.
Here I'm riding into the sunset, okay just kidding about the sunset and riding. I'm walking in the middle of no where surrounded by trees, and as far as the eye can see is just a road that disappears in the horizon. I can hear the crickets mocking me and laughing, hiding in the forest. The forest is full of life owls hooting up in the trees and frogs croak further into the forest, in a pond that has fireflies flying around. The night sky is clear and no lights available that prevents you to see the stars shine clear.
Middle of the road goes a zombie, Oh wait it's me. I have a torn shirt, trousers and muddy shoes. My black hair is filled with twigs, leaves, mud and more. Looks like a bird nest on my head. My only friend in this dark cool night is my water bottle that saved my life and it's called Mr. Pickles now...