The head which was expected to be held high to bear the crown of a princess
was bowed down in fear 
The eyes which always witnessed love and care
were forced to see blood and tears
The lips which were always smiling 
Were quivering with horror and nightmares.
The hands which were always held by her parents for safety and care
Were now alone to shudder rapidly in fear.
With time all the wounds disappeared
But their marks continued to boil her blood in vengeance from those who brought her here
The Royal blood running through her veins will not let her stop
unless she has punished all those who played unfair
This Girl was called Ezra Gray Allistaire
And she turned out to be everyone's worst nightmare.
With those blue eyes as blue as thunder
and black hair as dark as night
She was the resurrection of the strongest wolf ever known to wolfkind.
She was the thunder wolf.

Resurrection

When you control those who lack direction you not only lead them but also have a huge responsibility on your shoulder.


Rogues as everyone says are animalistic, ferocious and deadly.


And I must admit what they say is true.


They all were like that but this changed when they stayed here together and experienced an emotion which made them more human.


Power of love taught them care,kindness and sacrifices.


My pack taught them this and I am happy to lead them.


We are called the thunder pack which is an unofficial pack by legal nature.


And it will always remain so because no one in sane mind would recognize a pack of rogues.


Located in Astana we have occupied an area of nearly 30 kilometres.


Ishim river flows through our disputed territory and everything here is beautiful. 


Chapter 18 Her Rule