~TRAGER'S POV~
My family used to be the perfect family everyone dreams of. It was my mother that kept us together. My mother was always gentle and quiet, but she knew how to get away with whatever she wanted. Though she wasn't involved in the pack's politics, she was fully in control of it. That was probably why she was murdered.
Sloan and I were talking about everything and nothing one night. While she was sitting up, I was laying my head on her lap. We were arguing about whether or not dark magic existed.
“How do you think rogues were chased away?” Sloan asked.
“We were taught that they were hunted down till they turned almost extinct. By the help of the moon goddess, of course.” I said.
“Exactly! We were taught. What if what we all know isn't the truth? What if there is a darker side no elder talks about.” She whispered as if there were people in the room aside from us.
“What conspiracy theory do you have then?” I asked.