Chapter 1

Claire P.O.V

You know in the werewolf world, being a rogue is like being a savage, a miscreant, a cast-out. No where to go and no one to help. But since the great division, we get segregated and despised even more than before. Human, werewolf, vampire, or witch. They are the only categories. There was no room for rodents who weren't event accepted by their own, not in the midst of war. Although the war has subsided the tension between our four species continues to grow; to tighten.

The war two years ago had changed everything. Actually It changed the world. No- rather it separated the world. Not that it was ever really whole. Regardless, it still found a way to destroy us. Our people called it The great division. Others the Verne Calmain. But its not that bad, us werewolves usually stick to our packs. The witches seclude themselves and stay away from everyone else. The hunters just try to keep everyone in line and get in everyones business, and the Vampires have their stupid ego and hierarchy just to end up causing trouble. And yet, nothing ever changes, and the war never really ended. The Alpha King was only named a few months before the war started and yet everyone worships him, The mighty king who stood up to the vampires lord and rescued the countless slaves, human, witch and werewolves alike. He was a hero. But NOT to me. If he hadn't started this stupid war. Then my family wouldn't have died. I wouldn't be a rogue and My pack wouldnt be dead.

My pack. The Laydymre Pack; was the first pack to be attacked. The Vampires thought that bringing down the second strongest pack would give them a head start. And they were right. No one expected it. So no one was prepared for when the fire descended upon us. The blood and smoke that coated the place was overbearing but my only memories of that night were my father. His tired shattered form kneeling in front of me, covered in sweat and soot. I knew he was telling me to run, I knew he was. I could see his lips moving but I couldnt hear him. I couldn't hear his words.

My vision was blurred from my tears and the sweat but I could tell, My fathers voice  had sounded so tired that night as if he had given up. The death of his mate; my mother no doubt had been killing him from the inside out. And no matter how hard he tried, it was showing.

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The light from the sun that was cast above the Carlton Forest warmed my skin. The light causing tingles to form across my face. The sun was a constant around the Crosslathein Territory, as if it were protecting the werewolves division from the dark creatures that lurk past their borders. And yet it always reminded me of my home and of the warm sun that once watched over me as I would sit by the Gremeira tree. Our entire pack had once been centred around this one tree. Its deep roots reaching far beyond the earth into none other than the future itself. The witches had always come to tell stories of the Great Gremeira Tree. They had said that the tree was where The Moon Goddesses one true love; a mere human mercenary was struck down in the midst of the war, trillions of years ago. Apparently, the Moon Goddess planted the tree and blessed it in hopes of bringing back a part of her lost love. And even though others lost hope, she still sent down one of her sons to watch over the tree, but after time he died leaving behind his legacy to his children and their descendants. The Moon goddess had created werewolves as warriors and protectors in hopes to end the war. Blessing the witches to protect them and harvest off the moons light for power. Only to create the Valerian curse, banishing the Vampires into the dark before disappearing. 

I let out a large sigh. Once again looking down to see my disfigured form, covered in only a baggy lose shirt, but it wasnt my nudity that bothered me, it was how filthy I felt. I let out another sigh.

After deciding that I would rather risk getting caught by the packs nearby than not having a shower, I decided to head back to the motel in one of the human villages nearby. The people in this village dont beat away rogues like some pest, as most others do, but they actually treat us as guest. Which is why I stick around here despite it being so close to the royal pack. I released my dark brown hair from its secure ponytail, letting it cascade messily around my face. I usually stick to nature as much as possible but I couldn't go this long without a shower otherwise I'll go insane. I'm a regular at this motel, I give a small smile to Ria the clerks woman at the front desk; waving lazily as I walk into the staff lounge. I look at the far wall, it's once clear surface being adorned with keys. I glide my hand over the surface of the hooks, setting it on one key. It has the bold numbers printed on the hanging tag reading "Room 317".

I unhook it off the wall violently and head for the room. I've been here many times, I practically live here when I'm in town. I just leave my stuff in the room when I'm out of town; and as much as I don't want to admit it, it's like my little home.

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By the time I had felt the warm water rush over me, I was sure that Taya had sniffed me in town. So I sat and let the water wash over me, flowing down my skin, letting the water heat up my skin, hoping to enjoy it as long as possible befor— "Bang!"

The long expected slam of the front door shook the fickle walls of the motel. I was surprised the building hadnt fallen down yet with how hard she slams that fricking door.

"Claire! Thats it! I HATE all men! They suck. Im never going to date again!!!!!" Tayas voice boomed out throughout no doubt the entire motel.

"Yeah, thats what you said last time I was here; remember, a month ago?" I said as I wrapped the towel around my body and plunked on the couch next to her. My small figure barely made an indent on the crusty old thing.

"Yeah, well that was before, this is now." She pouted, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "Why cant I like a guy that isnt a complete asshole and who actually likes me back?" she sighs, burying her head into the couch pillow.

I sighed slapping my hands down on my knees "Well, thats depressing, Im gunna make some coffee" I said, pulling myself off the couch, causing Taya to fall forward.

"Hey!"

"Oh you love me!" I yelled behind me as I made my way towards the cheap looking motel kitchen that had almost seemed like a home to me despite its frail, cheap appearance. It's funny how this small little village has become so natural for me to come to, with the same place, same faces, even the same motel room. The same "hello Claire" and they same "how long are you gunna be staying". Its almost become a habit. Or rather- Its almost become a home. I just wonder how long it's gunna last.