Prologue
Ever since I was 12, I’ve lived alone in a warm den out in no man's land, a few miles from any pack territory. I used to be the daughter of a very powerful Beta, but sadly, my father died from a tragic incident when I was 10. Ever imagine losing your best friend? That was me. The day he died a part of me had died along with him. Everyone had blamed me for his death, and being young I didn't understand what I had done wrong. So, I let everything that they did to me happen, because after awhile I began to believe I had somehow got my best friend, my father, killed. Getting shunned and hated by the pack to the point I became mute and hid away when any pack members came looking for a punching bag. My so called pack had ruined and devastated my entire childhood from then on. I was believed to be the weakest member of the pack, so I was constantly bullied, with nobody giving me a helping hand even though my father had trained me himself and I was much stronger then they knew. I was taught to protect the pack and to never use my skills against them because they were family, but that was naive of me to believe. However I respected my family and even in death wished to make him proud. Although sometimes, I wonder if he was proud of what the pack was doing to me, or whether he was disappointed in me for not standing up for myself. I would still train on my own and never let myself fall to weakness, but I only trained and practiced in private, letting my fathers words wash over me like a wave every night. It wasn’t long before one night the Alpha got sick of seeing the my face and the reminder that his beta was gone and had secretly kicked me out of the pack so the high council wouldn't know. Being kicked out hadn't been for a specific reason, that much I know; so I turned my back on them and ran, away from my so called “Family,” my so called pack who are supposed to be accepting and loving. I left it behind and into a life of secrecy I went. No one knows what truly happened that day; I lost him along with myself. Not that anyone bothered to ask what had happened. From then on I lived as a Rogue, alone and independent, trusting no one at all and contact with other people was seldom, if at all. I learned to hunt and bait, using my small territory I created as my advantage over my prey. I never really went hungry as there was plenty to eat, from small animals to fish, along with fruits and berries within the woods. As the saying goes the woods provide, which I'm grateful for. Although there were times that the prey was few, I was overall satisfied to say the least. As time passed by, my mind grew sharper, my stamina built up, abilities enhanced and always in tip-top shape. Eventually, it was only a matter of time before I was old enough to stop hunting small game for food and get a job. That way I could live a life as an ordinary human rather than a wolf at all times, and to stop myself from going insane due to solitude. With the circumstances I had I didn't want to become insane and live life as just a wolf, even though I enjoy nature and the free feeling of running and having an unbreakable bond with Ella my wolf, who isn't all animal like most werewolf wolves. She is more understanding of our situation and we compromise on many things. For example, I've given her more freedom to come out and roam, more than most are willing to give to their wolves, for obvious reasons of their wolves taking control forever. There came a day while watching the humans in a nearby town that the loneliness of past years set in, as well as being tired of the routine I've lived by. So I got a job at a run down small diner, which had given me a chance to build up my social skills- although challenging when dealing with crazy customers. The diner had paid me just enough to get updated clothes and simple but oh so delicious treats. However I still lived in my den in wolf form which isn't really that bad, its preferable.
Life carried on as is until I received news from the wolf council passing a law stating that all rogues must attend school or be punished by death. As a result, the council learnt of my current status and rented a small apartment for me, along with other rogues who just roam, and gave all permission on attending a high-school. I accepted, not really having a choice. But because I have never been to school since 7th grade, I felt quite curious. The Council had placed all rogue wolves in their respective age group for schooling regardless of how much we truly know. I believe they are just setting us up for failure, well besides me. I had managed to keep up my education by myself, as it seemed very natural to me. I’ve always loved learning and was quite fast at it. So here I was, days later, going to my senior year of High School in the nearest werewolf territory, with no friends, along with being the only female rogue in the whole world. In the werewolf society only males have ever been rogues; females are regarded as highly important to a pack and are never under any circumstance to be kicked out. If an alpha does so, they are looked down upon by the council and are put on trial to face punishment. As the only female rogue in the world, many rumors came and went; some true, some not. I had hardly talked to anyone of a pack besides some who would snarl at me at the diner occasionally when they were traveling to other territories. I have, however, crossed paths with rogues who were too far gone, wild beasts who I had to put out of their misery. Rogues will only go insane due to the solitude they are put in and so while a rogue, it is in our genes to find somewhere to belong. That being said, it's common to find groups of rogues who aren't quite insane, but are however fueled with rage and have a wanting for vengeance against packs. I never really wanted vengeance and enjoyed the life of freedom I lived. My name is Destiny Myers, the daughter of James Antony Myers, a man of alpha blood but beta of my ex-alpha and fathers ex-bestfriend, and this is my story.
