The Rogue Luna's Blood

sphere around me being so heavy it was almost hard

ng. It is for the best. When no one notices you, no one will care to bother you. to beat you. To harass you. By the smell, it was not the same man from before. The Alpha. I’d kno

d the other two scents that I loved so much: soil after rain and mint. As soon as the Alpha got out of the packhouse, I could hear him. I could smell him. And, as much as his smell was great,

ngs I had whenever my so-called parents got closer to me. They would scream, yell and, after that, the pain always followed. The Alpha’s voice was a strong and menacing one. I could no

nd didn’t move at all. “Is she deaf?” The werewolf asked someone. He was a high

n. Footsteps. Whoever it was, he was coming to me. I co

shut. It was the usual for me. I already knew some of my own reactions, having lived with them for

arshly. “I won’t beat you. Just want to ask a

ways better to obey when they weren’t forcing me to do it. I took a deep breath and raised m

e, I could see he had blonde hair, despite it being very short - som

‘no danger!’, and approached by, pushing my hair away from my face and tucking the strands behind my ear.

h said meant I always did whenever I was nervous, followed by me biti

or, without taking his eyes off of me. He raised his hand to his back and that was when she noticed another werewolf, in ar

is hand again in front o

y eyes were probably sparkling, for I felt greedy. Greedy for a glass of water. How decadent. I darted my eyes fro

caping. Just answer m

n.” I m

approaching his fr

as not used to talking, l

ed it back to him, smiling. Was he playing with me? Being cruel? 'He won't give me the water?' I wondered. However, he

, letting part of it fall to the floo

re friends, let’s chat. I a

then I realized he gave me a glass cup. It was glass! He had to be very sure of his abilities, to give something that a rogu

e and why didn’t you fight along with your friends?” He asked and looked at

friends! They were my adoptive parents and a few other rogues that worked with them

eplied. That was what they told me, after all. Now, thinking abo

formal, too personal. Nobody wanted

quick smile. “They wanted to talk to the Alph

ying, but, even if they were not, how could I know?

that, because as my ‘father’ would say, it was ‘damn insolence!’, and then I would feel something being thro

ogues I used to live with. Instead of pain, I felt a soft touch in my arm. Out of reflex, I flinched and went backwards, feeling the wall behind me. I wanted to e

y!” I apologized.

e was frowning, when I looked between my hair

lders.” I promised in a l

rection, I saw his arms moving. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was going to embrace me. But that

k his head up and down, as if to reassure me of that. I

use I thought it was a weakness, but because it was another one o

asked, but before I could answer it

he seemed to be. His eyes widened and his mouth

I should have had my wolf for a year now. She came to me when I was eighteen

if I did so. Me, not a warrior, not strong, in a human body, against big werewolves? No, not only that, but warriors? I was not

later.” He said as if promising me he

her hand, lowered my head again, between my knee

what came to her mind. I was hungry, but then again,