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

I made sure to thank him constantly for staying without me having to beg him to do so. He was one of the nice ones, I knew I should trust him, he was a great person. But I couldn't. So my bedroom door remained locked with him in a room of his own and a knife tucked beneath my pillow.

It was so quiet. Too quiet, too still. It let me think about things I didn't want to and back to moments I didn't need to.

That's why I started playing some music, saving me from the black hole of fear I was being dragged into. I was at least enjoying the task of packing more than I ought to, so that was something.

My job was simply to gather everything I wanted to take with me, mother demanded that I did nothing further. She'd arranged for one of the gardeners to box it all up tomorrow, which left me here, reeling the night before to pack everything.

Yes, she did tell me about it over a week ago, but I was a professional procrastinator.

GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE