ris_wandi

In just one night, my life changed a hundred and eighty degrees. My happiness fades with sadness.

That terrible night, I lost my loved ones; Mama, Papa, Pack House.

But before I realized I was alone, Papa introduced me to a man. Someone Papa meant would take care of me. However, there he also left me.

Grow up in solitude. I wouldn't want to know the name of love, mate. Because I am a rogue wolf.

Fated To The Rogue Alpha

The wind rushes pass me as a formidable force while I push myself further, faster. I glance across at my mate who was running alongside me, his wolf somehow looked larger than it was when we first met.

The two of us were running through the seemingly, neverending forest he once thought to be his home. It was so beautiful and raw, I almost felt jealous.

Our jet-black fur stood out like splotches on the earth's canvas as we raced inbetween all the greenery that glowed from the sun rays casted upon them.

All things living, big and small, hidden and proud, scattered at the sound of us claiming the lands. The effect causing adrenaline to pump it's way through my veins as something foreign to me filled my chest like a virus.

LEAVE PACK, AREA