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

<p>For my old man, Aiden, we used to bond over our 'violent tendencies'. He's a little fucked in the head like me, except he has an actual reason for it. But that didn't matter before, he didn't care before. He taught me how to fight the minute I could hold my own fork, that's when he gave me the knives. I loved knives, they were probably my favorite weapons and I slowly mastered them over the years. He took me out hunting for rogues, tough me how to track them, taught me how to enjoy the chase as much as I enjoyed the kill.</p>

<p>Aiden made me strong and I was forever grateful to him for giving me that. But lately, he didn't see it the same, didn't see me the same. He'd changed and expected me to change with him. Now it was against pack rules to hunt rogues and suddenly, it was wrong to want to. He didn't appreciate my skill with knives anymore, didn't like the number of kills under my belt.</p>

I HATED IT EVERYTHING I HAD, BUT I NEEDED IT