The Rogue's scheme
The pack house was unusually quiet as the day rode on, an eerie tension hangs in the air. The sounds of training in the training ground had died down, leaving only the occasional crackle of a fire on the fireplace. Maya stood in the main hall, her gaze was fixated on the various pack members who moved with purpose, each preparing for the unknown future that awaits them.
It had been a long and stressful day. The weight of everything she is passing through pin her down. Maya's thought was interrupted when the large wooden door to the hall was pushed open, and an unknown man stepped in.
He was tall and has the shape of a body builder, with dark and unkempt hair that framed his manly features. His had green eyes, which flickered nervously as he scanned through the room. His aura was undeniably that of a rogue. Maya immediately felt a chill run down her spine.