as mercy, if I ever see you again on my lands, I will kill you." He said, his face emotionless, his tone strong and serious. I was no longer a pack member in his eyes,

o process how he had just ruined my life. Had I known disobeying him in s

despite the circumstances I was happy he told me what to do. I had no idea how to react or what to do with

considered friends, older mothers who baked me cookies and couples who babysat me all now looking at me with nothing but pure loathing. I shivered under their gazes and kept my head down, refusing to mee

nervously taking in a few panicked breaths. Everyone knows how to distinguish a rogue from a pack member, a rogue can be identified by a scar starting from the left side of their neck a

iends with his daughter. Our mothers were friends, and since birth so had we. We took baths together as infants and we had been friends for many years until she moved away to be with h

hat he would do to me. He was always the best Alpha, doing his best to do what was right for his people and if getting rid of me was what was right. Who was I to say what he was doing w

st and worst possible moment. His claws painfully nicked the side of my face before clawing deeply through my flesh, carving his way through the mu

ment before his face went hard and uncaring. He shoved me

yself up onto my elbows watching a man who I once cared deeply for, leave me to the fate of the dangers of un

ring form. Delicately washing away the blood that resulted as a consequence of my a

my face. I could taste the bitter metallic flavour in my mouth and I spat it out. Wanting nothing else but to

e to border lines so I’d be safe from them if I remained here, but I would not be saved from border patrol, which I’m sure will resume their

e woods. I turn back one more time to look at my home, but the pack borderline is no longer in view. It’s in this moment that I decid

heard chirping in the silence of night. Cold has seeped deep within my bones in a way it has never done befo

ized hole is created in the soil. I zip up my sweater, tuck the hem of my jeans into my socks trapping my remaining warmth in before climbing into the hole. The burrow kept the wind off of me, as I struggled to fall into a restless sleep. Waking e