Chapter 3

'Thinking before acting
is wisdom but acting
before thinking
is R E G R E T.'

I hear some words screamed at me from behind but I don't stop running. The smell and sound of more wolves approaching the scene filled me and poor whatever his name was didn't even realise.

He could be removed from the pack all together if they found out he was talking to me, a rogue.

After the small surge of power leaves my fingertips I slow down immensely, trying to conserve as much energy as possible.

My ears twitch as a rustle of leaves catches my attention. Turning my head around, a girl about the age of 17 appears, looking really scared.

I practically tiptoe towards her, making sure to be gentle as possible. See, most rogues were not rogue by choice. Most of them had either been kicked out, or willingly left because of some of the traumas they had to face. Everyone likes to think pack life is so great but everything has a dark side.

She whimpers as I try to console her, spotting a few hand prints on her skin. "You ran away from your pack, didn't you?" She nods, coming closer to me.

An advantage of having an Alpha as a mate was that I had the aura of a Luna. People easily felt comfortable with me.

Her arms wrap tightly around as she shakes uncontrollably, obviously being influenced by my aura. "All I wanted was a normal family. My brother, he tried so hard to protect me! He always used to sneak me food and everything. He let me have showers in his glorious room and gave me love. But the Beta saw. He saw me. And he beat me black and blue for being in the Delta's room without permission!"

She continues to cry until she calms down and I let her finish, waiting to hear her subtle sniffles before trying anything. To console her, I attempt to smile and hold her hand. "Come with me, you're not safe on your own."

Goddess knows who could get to an unmated female. Especially because she is at the heat age.

I look around, trying to see where her possessions are. "Where are your things?"

She looks at me, snuggling closer to me before crying harder. "I-I had n-no time! They s-saw me pa-c packing and I h-had to flee!"

I nod, understanding her situation. "We have no time to waste, we have to leave." She nods and prepares for running, and we run closer to the next territory.

"What's your name then?"

She runs beside me and we stop near the invisible line of a new pack. "Isla. My name is Isla."

"And how old are you?"

She shakes a bit, and I give her some water to drink before she carries on. She looks at me, whispering her answer.

"It was my birthday when I ran away. I'm 17."

I smile, my assumption right. She's only two years younger but her vulnerability made her seem younger to me. I know I have to protect her. Me.

"Well, we are not far apart since I'm 19, not exactly old." She giggles, and nibbles on a granola bar.

"How long have you been a rogue? And what's your name?"

Memories flood my mind, my old friends and my pack. Things that I try not to think about invade my memories and I jolt out, shaking slightly.

"I'm Quinn and I've been a rogue for over three years." Her eyes widen and she gasps.

"You've been out here since you were 16!" I nod. My movements are stiff.

"Why didn't you wait to find your mate? You find your mate at 16." His face pops up in my mind and my wolf howls but I push the image back to the dark part of my mind.

"Why didn't you wait for yours?"

She quickly shows her neck in submission without even realising she was doing it. "Sorry."

I stop this conversation, grabbing my backpack. "We have to enter this pack to get to the other side. Hopefully the patrol wolves will be like the last ones. If not, we have to fight them. If you feel like they are stronger than you and you can't fight them, howl at me and run off. Meet me at the other side of this pack. Once you are out, do not come back in."

She nods, taking in the information.

"Thats not all. If I don't come for too long, go. Don't wait for me. It means they've got me. Everyone knows what happens to rogues who enter a pack territory. And when you run off, take my bag with you. There will be a dagger in there. If you come across people, stab them with it if they look dangerous. Don't trust anyone."

She looks shocked, as if I was meant to tell her other instructions. I've never had to tell anyone anything. Normally, I would be on my own, knowing these precautions in my mind. But she looks too weak to fight; she should leave before they try to harm her too.

"But you've saved me! How could I leave you?! Your helping me!"

I hug her. "It's okay. You're younger than me. Plus, you could find your mate and he'll probably accept you because your beautiful. And kindhearted. So if this happens, leave."

She looks like she's about to cry. She's found a friend and she might lose her straight away.

"Let's go."

I push her behind me, grabbing one of the two daggers from my backpack and shoving it in one of my pockets.

I step over the borderline first, feeling an instant surge of great power go through my body. Must be a huge pack.

She steps forward behind me, gasping a little at the strange sensation.

Instantly male werewolves surround us, weapons at the ready. "Two female rogues, this will be easy."

One of the guys laughs at the comment the other one makes and I growl a warning. Egotistical jerks.

"Four werewolf males who think they are all it. This should be a piece of cake."

I practically feel Isla's eyes roll behind me. I love playing with my prey.

An evil smirk comes on my face and I step forward, Isla staying right behind me. She looks shocked at my expression. My face mask is off and I groan internally.

"Look at them, how are they going to fight me?"

The males growl at the disrespect I give them, immediately trying to attack. Perfect. An attack out of rage normally is really bad and very uncoordinated. This makes it easy to fight them. Only skilled fighters can manipulate emotions for their wins.

I throw my dagger into one of their legs, grabbing the fallen guy's sword and attempt to fight everyone.

I see Isla trying to slash one of the bigger males and it works, before she's pushed to the ground roughly. She howls a small howl to me, grabbing my bag.

I stab the big guy in the arm and grab her arm. Two left.

It's obvious that they are injured and but they continue to fight. Isla easily takes one down and I stare at the last one who attempts to leave.

"Well that's not loyal is it? Trying to escape a fight. Coward." I spit at his feet and sprint north with Isla hot on my trail.

I see a house. A huge house that could be mistaken for a mansion. A pack house. I'm going the wrong way.

I never go the wrong way. Isla notices and gasps. "Why are we going towards the pack house? Quinn?! Quinn!"

She tries shaking my arm but I can't stop. My wolf. My wolf is taking me to the pack house and I can't stop her. And I know exactly why.

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