Fingers which were long, separate and had sharp claws caught a bunch of pink shoulder length hair, viciously pulling her back towards its black domineering frame.

"Argh!" Elizabeth groaned as sheer pain rocketeered from her head to her spine.

It was not over when she felt her body caught through the wind and flung back, then slammed against the wall, before finally landing on the cold hard ground. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut from the pain, opened, and her body ran cold from the throbbing aches that spasmed from her spine to her head.

"Pathetic. A dog pretending to be a Wolf, it is no wonder you can not defend yourself. A disgrace." The Rogue spoke in English with the heaviest accent she had ever heard.

It was close to a Vieann accent but it was Vieann.

There was something Rogues despised more than regular Werewolves. It was weaklings. Their kind discarded the weaker of their Pack whenever a child had turned eight through a series of rituals.

She paid no mind to the insults, simply terrified by its approaching form. Without thoughts a blue eyed petite lady scampered on the wall. The Rogue saw, momentarily startled by the blue eyed girl crawling on the walls with her claws.

"Where do you think you are going, Insigori(1)?" The Rogue fumed, going after the sly girl that had climbed on top the ceiling.

From on top the ceiling Elizabeth could not stop her wolf gene inside her from growling at the Rogue, baring her what could be considered adorable fangs at it.

The Rogue wasted no time to use a peculiar technique to reach towards the ceiling to grab the short pink haired girl.

It sauved itself, scampering his feet on the walls, and bouncing off wall to grab onto Elizabeth. Elizabeth hissed, her eyes began to glow bright blue before the concrete ceiling began to tear up. The ceiling tore for her two hands to meld inside before closing up as her hands had melded with it.

She swung her body and threw her legs upwards, the ceiling once again opened up for her legs to meld with it while releasing her hands from the conjoint.

Black claw-like fingers grazed her hair, slicing a inch off of her pink locks. She continued to shamelessly use the same method, running off from the balcony.

"An utter disgrace. You run away from a fight like a coward? Your bloodline must be filled with cowards! I know you are searching for the Alpha to protect but let me tell you, you will make a big mistake alerting him!" The Rogue was reverberating. Its brothers would surely find the golden eyed Alpha and put an end to the bastard.

It could hear the little bitch paddling away from him while making rattling noises.

It growled before having no more thoughts and dashing off to take chase. This was not it's mission but it felt the need to eliminate such a disgraceful creature that would run from a fight.

When it heard the loud gasp the Rogue would have smiled if it were not that it's face was a mould fur, and a grotesque symmetry.

It would find that weak bitch and he would butcher her in front of the Alpha Detective. A lesson to learn for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Elizabeth swung away, scraping her knees on the conrete build of the ceiling

The Rogue twisted itself, maneuvering itself so that it would run at the side of the wall, matching Elizabeth's speed.

Suddenly….. a claw swiped at her speed, interrupting her silent spell casting.

"Argh!" She yelled as the disruption made her slam to the side, headed for a terrible ending at the distant wall.

She she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Shoūhân!"

Her blue eyes glowed brighter, and the walls instantaneously turned illusionary, and transparent, allowing her to pass through.

Her screams were even louder as she realized she would now crash on the ground, only for a pair of wet hands to grip tightly on her waist and inhumanly trapezing on air then "safely" landing on the ground.

"Careful." A raspy voice commanded.

Strands of pink hair fell from Elizabeth's head into the symmetrical face of a black haired young man.

Golden-red eyes stared back her. He quickly summoned himself up. "On your feet, little assistant."

She stood up, her eyes still distant. Wet hands held onto her hands, dragging her with him. Only then did Elizabeth blink and looked down at the hand holding her.

….. Blood….. It was covered in blood.

She rose her eyes. His once pristene face, peerless and elegant once covered in red liquid. The thick red blood trailed from his face down to his grey waistcoat.

He carelessly threw her into a carriage filled with other frightened people like her. Only they were dressed better than her.

Oliviér drew a small blade and handed it to her. "Tell him to take you to St Morte street, behind the covert pond, it's a straight ride from here so if he tries to take a turn slit his throat."

Elizabeth could not get a word in. The Carriage had already began moving while she continued staring out the window with a frown.

Watching Oliviér in the chaos of the rebellion.

Her eyes flickered to the tower at the fourth floor standing on the window was the Rogue that chased her. It's bloodshot eyes were staring evily at the moving Carriage.

*Author's note. I put it here because I know nobody reads the Author's note section. (1) Insigori; A monster who survives through thick and thin by bootlicking a stronger monster.

For any confusion, in this chapter Elizabeth used Forbidden Magic, Magic that isn't from the Mother Earth is considered Forbidden Magic to Werewolves, and only Myriad (Hybrids) like Elizabeth can use this Magic.

It will come up more in the following chapters.

Shoūhân; Source. Shoūhân means Source, and in which language I will explain in the book.