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Warning: Sexual Content

The mornings are starting to get colder. The winter is slowly setting in for another season. It's times like this that I wished we weren't so secluded from the outside world. I wished we had running water and electricity. But Father always makes a point to remind me that it isn't possible for our life to be any other way. He says that the Others – the Humans – wouldn't understand us. That being so different is a death sentence in a world as ordinary as theirs.

I believe him.

Trekking a little distance from the village, I was alone as I soldiered along the open field of dew covered grass. At the end, just near the edge of the woods, is a stone bricked well; our only source of clean water for miles. Taking in a burning lung full of the icy air, I exhaled a puff of faint white smoke and smiled. I used to think I was a dragon when I first saw it. Of course, everyone just laughed when I told them.

You're not a dragon little pup, they said, you're a wolf. And as such, you honour the code. Hold your head high and stand your ground. For the strength of the pack is the wolf and the strength of the wolf is the pack. A lesson long since engraved into all of us since birth.

Taking a few more strides, I held the course rope of the wooden buckets as they gently slapped against the side of my jean clad legs. Coming up to the well, I put down the buckets so that I could remove the round lid covering the pitch black tunnel that burrowed into the Earth. Dropping the lid to the ground, I grabbed one of the buckets and attached it to the metal hook dangling from the roof of the well.

Clutching the lever to the side, I lowered it down one wind at a time; the gears squeaking as I did. Once I heard the wood hit the surface of the water with a flash, I waited until the bucket filled before pulling it back up; the weight of it heavier now. Listening as some of the water spilled from the sides to drop back down into the well, I unhooked it carefully before setting it to the side and reaching to the grab the other bucket – it was then that I froze stiff.

My brows knitted together and my noes crinkled as a gust of wind brushed against my face and through my dark brown locks. I could smell him. Grabbing the rope of the other bucket I clutched it to my chest as I stood straight again, my body now facing the edge of the woods; a place I wasn't allowed to go. Taking in another deep breath, my lips parted. I thought the smell might have been a figment of my imagination, but it certainly wasn't. His scent filled my lungs to the brim; strong, masculine and dangerous.

They call him an outcast. They call him a rogue. No wolf should be alone, they said, it's unspeakable. He's feral and uncontrollable. He's a threat to our safety. I remember when the mystery wolf first arrived nearly two months ago. I overheard the council members talking about what they should do; discussing whether or not they should kill him. But by our rules, they couldn't. He's never once stepped over the border of the woods to enter our land. He's never once harmed us or our livestock. There was no ground for murder, especially when there's so few of our kind already – and so we endured the rogue's presence.

But all this time, I've never once seen him. My Father once told me that because of his madness caused by becoming a rogue that he's more wolf than man, that he'll never shift back. I pitied him if that were true. I don't think I could handle not being able to talk with my friends or family. Not being able to give them a hug at night or pick flowers from our garden. I would feel as if I were in a cage; trapped in my own body with no escape.

Instead, the only thing I've known of this mystery wolf is the sound of his piercing howls at night; like clockwork. They sounded like a cry of anger and a calling all mixed into one, or at least that's what I heard from it. Some of the other people think it's a warning to stay away. I partially agree. We should stay away.

I stood silently still as I watched and waited.

Staring out into the thick line of ancient trees, the woods is a dark and dreary place and I could barely see anything a few steps beyond the border. But I didn't need to see to know that he's there. The smell and the snap of a twig told me everything I needed to know. Then after a moment, I could make out the glow of his amber eyes as his muzzle peaked from the shadows. The rogue is indeed in his wolf form, like Father had told me.

I heard the rumble of a growl along with the slight glint of sharp ivory teeth poking from between his lips. From what I could tell his fur is the colour of charcoal, black and thick. Standing on all fours at the peak of his height, he's also incredibly large; built and strong. I wouldn't want to meet him all alone and defenceless, and yet here I am, with roughly four meters between us. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream – but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

With his eyes still trained on me, the growl grew louder along with the pounding of my heart and I winced when he took a step forward and snarled; his teeth biting together with a snap of his jaw before his form slinked back into the shadows. Waiting a moment, I knew then that he was gone but it took me a few seconds to catch my breath. Turning back to the well, I hurried to fill the last bucket before I picked them both up and rushed as quickly as I could across the green field to the safety of our village.

Walking along the worn in dirt track, I passed a few people here and there. Everyone is starting to wake up, the chimneys pooling out grey smoke into the sky and as I neared my two story wooden house I could smell the mouth-watering scent of breakfast. Heading around to the side, I emptied the buckets into our storage tank. Looking up at the sky, it was no longer a dark blue as the sun had fully risen.

Stepping up onto the front porch, I entered into the house and closed the door behind me. Sighing at the warmth of the fire place, I wiped my boots clean on the matt and shrugged off my jumper to hang it on the rack "Is it cold outside?" teased Father as he trotted down the stairs, a teasing smirk on his thin lips. With peppered hair and the hint of crow's feet lining his brown eyes, my Father is only just easing into his forties; not particularly old as my parents had met rather young.

"I almost froze to death" I retorted, not letting on about the incident that had occurred nearly a half hour ago. I didn't want my family to worry, and it wasn't as if the rogue had hurt me. He's just not the most friendliest it seems.

"Always so dramatic" he replied while rolling up the sleeves of his flannel "Come on" he said while gesturing to the open planned kitchen, living and dining room "Your Mother's nearly finished with breakfast"

Heading over to the four seater table, I sat down before turning my head this way and that; Mother was just over there in the small kitchen humming to herself and Father had sat beside me, that left one person unchecked for "Where's Nathan?" I asked curiously, the name that belongs to my older brother of two years.

"On patrol" I cocked an eyebrow at Fathers answer as he picked up the newspaper and started to read. Since when does Nathan patrol the areas? "He's eighteen. It's about time he starts learning the ropes and contributing to the community" added Father once he saw my expression.

I nodded. I suppose it was time for Nathan to do his part. Unlike the Others, we don't go to school or attend colleges or a have a proper paying job. Our duty is to make sure we're all safe, keep peace, tend to the livestock and crops and keep away from the outside. It's a simple life we live, but it's done us good so far.

Walking over to us in her flower printed apron whilst holding the sizzling pan, Mother served us breakfast consisting of rashes of bacon and scrambled eggs "Here you go" she said before plating her own. Putting the pan in the sink and unlacing her apron, Mother sat on the other side of me; her brown locks cut short and styled while her green eyes glittered. Nathan takes after her more than me in terms of looks, whilst I'm my Fathers daughter "How was your trip this morning? Did you stay away from the woods?" she asked.

I nodded "As far away as I could"

Mother's eyes flickered toward Father who sat across from her. He'd put away the newspaper so he could eat "I don't like it when you go there – so close" Mother said with a worrying tone. This speech happens all the time.

"There's no point in fussing Meredith. There's nothing we can do about it. As long as the rogue stays far away from us, I don't care what he does" replied Father before I could so much as open my mouth. I suppose he too is getting a little frustrated over the constant debate of one wolf.

"Exactly" she said "You won't care until it's too late – until he does hurt one of us. Who's to say it won't be our daughter? She's still a pup. She can't defend herself" several flashbacks clicked in my mind from this morning; the rogues amber eyes, sharp teeth and claws, the sheer strength that permeated off of him. Mother's right, I can't defend myself.

"Then teach me" I spoke up, my parents bickering had stopped; their heads turning to me "We're supposed to stand our ground and never back down. Teach me to defend myself – you won't have to worry anymore if you do"

Father sighed "I know you mean well, but we don't train our women to become warriors. You duty isn't to fight Mina, it's to care and nurture" I too let out a puff of air. Tradition sticks like dry mud to your fur, it's hard to wash out – it's hard to change. It's another thing I wished for. If the world around us can change, than why can't we as well. I don't understand.

There was a moment of silence before Mothers voice broke through it "Eat your food. You've got a big day ahead of you" she said, and with another few seconds past, I started to eat again; my eyes drifting off into the distance – into a different reality.

After finishing breakfast in relative silence, it was time to head out to the small crop field that took up a small bit of land a little distance from the village. With the warm sun, the cold wasn't as severe as this morning and so I didn't shrug on my jumper. Instead I left in just jeans, boots and a long sleeved top. Hearing the soul of my shoes click against the wood of the front porch, I'd closed the front door and headed off to the fields.

Walking along the centre of the village, I passed and greeted a few people here and there. Being so small in population, it was a place where everyone knows everyone. Which is a fact that didn't make finding a partner easy. Most of the boys I know are too focused on their duties or too immature to want to be around for more than a few minutes. Usually though there's better people to choose from when theirs celebrations and gatherings, in particular, the festival; which is in honour of another full cycle of the moon.

Starting tomorrow as soon as the sun sets in the sky, most of the surroundings packs will be making their way over to our territory to join in on the celebration; which means lots of company. I'm hoping that with this chance I'll be able to meet someone who might live up to my expectations and that of my Fathers; who's pickier than he makes himself out to be.

Too absorbed in my own thoughts, I hadn't seen the girl sneaking up on me from behind "What are you thinking about?" suddenly linking her arm with mine, I let out a startled gasp until I turned to see that it was Britta; a close friend of mine. With sandy hair and freckles on her apple round cheeks, she's one of the nicer girls and we've remained close since we were little "So" she said once I didn't answer "What were you thinking?"

"Boys" I replied in honesty.

"Boys?" she questioned with a chuckle "Since when do you ever think about that?"

"I have been for a little while now. Everyone keeps talking to me about it, especially my parents" I replied "And not to mention the festivals tomorrow – I doubt I'm going to be the only one looking around when they all get here"

"You're not wrong, but we both know what your Fathers like. It isn't just you he has to satisfy, it's him too. I'm surprised with all the strictness that he hasn't made an arrangement. It's not as if it's uncommon" she said as we entered the large barn we store all the crops in.

"He wouldn't do that to me. He wouldn't cut me out completely" I picked up one of the brown satchels "It's just a matter of time and place. I'll find someone eventually – or I'll be alone forever" I added with a dramatic look and voice. It lightened the mood.

Heading back out of the barn, a few of the others who also work the fields started to pile in after us to collect what they needed for the day. Moving past them, me and Britta walked down the side of the large barn and as we neared the back, I could hear the squabbling of chickens "I saw your brother was out patrolling with Markus early this morning" spoke Britta as we headed into the large expanse of the chicken coop made of wood planks and wire.

"I didn't know about it either until this morning" I said while watching my step and kneeling down to lift the lid on the sleeping hut "Maybe he's starting to take it seriously, now that he's older" I could only hope. Nathan was always the village clown. Always up to no good with his pranks and constant flirtation.

"I suppose" Britta nodded as she helped me collect the eggs "It certainly wouldn't be a bad thing. I don't know how much longer the council would have tolerated his behaviour"

"If he gets his head out of the gutter and straightens himself out, then there won't be a problem" I replied while dusting my hands and closing the hut's lid "How many did you get?" I nodded to Britta's satchel.

"Eleven" she replied.

"That makes twenty-three. Lady-Anne will be happy then. She'll have plenty for tomorrow" I said while navigating my way out of the coop; Britta close behind me as she closed the latch on the door. Gently placing down the sacks full of eggs, we went to work filling up the water and food trays before topping up the chicken bedding.

Picking up the sacks again, we walked back down the side of the barn and headed for the village. Enjoying the small beams of sun as it touched my skin, I turned my head when I heard the concerned tone in Britta's voice "Do you think it's safe?" I know what she's talking about.

"As long as everyone stays in the village centre and they don't wander off too far, then everything will be fine. We can't live in fear and cancel the festival just because of one wolf" I replied "Besides, everyone's already started to decorate" I gestured to the many decorations and paper lanterns that scalloped from the wooden houses to join onto the large oak tree that resides in the very centre of the village. At night the lanterns offered a good warm light and they almost looked like stars.

"But you know what happens at festival" Britta said with a knowing look "People start drinking and talking and soon there enjoying themselves a little too much"

I chuckled. Britta wasn't wrong. It's a normal thing for girls and boys to go sneaking off to a dark corner where they can start rubbing up against one another. It's actually encouraged, although discreetly. It makes it easier to find a potential partner "Then there just going to have to control themselves this time, or find a place that isn't in the woods"

Britta scoffed with a smile "Somehow I don't think that's going to be the case"

I shrugged my shoulders with a smirk before continuing on to Lady-Anne's place. Located at the end, we stepped up onto her porch; which is cluttered with flower pots, dangly wind charms and dreamcatchers. Knocking, we waited a few minutes before the door creaked open to present a woman in her mid-fifties. With short cut silver hair, Lady-Anne wore thin rectangle glasses and a grey scarf around her neck. Ageing well over her years, she doesn't look particularly old; with only a few wrinkles here and there.

"What have you brought me this morning?" she asked with a smile on her thin lips.

"Twenty-three eggs" replied Britta as we held out the bags.

"That'll be plenty" she said while taking them from us "Good work girls. Here" using her free hand she dived into the pocket of her camisole and took out two hard candies "Don't tell anyone" she whispered with a wink.

"Thank you Lady-Anne" we both said before popping the candy into our mouths. Mine tastes like raspberry, my favourite.

"Go along then. We've all got a long day ahead of us before tomorrow" nodding our heads, we skipped of the porch in a chipper mood before making our way back through the village and out to the field.

I sighed.

Today had gone all too quick. The fields had been ploughed and harvested and before I knew it the sky was turning to oranges, pinks and purples and the sun a bright beacon as it lowered into the horizon. But even with all of that work to take my mind off of it all, I couldn't manage to push away the images of the rogue. He filled my head the entire day and even during the night I tossed and turned as I dreamt of his snarling teeth and vicious eyes.

With the moon and stars soon retreating from the ascending sun, it was time to face the day again. Getting out of bed an hour ago, I had washed and dressed myself into something a little nicer than the working clothes I usually wear. Tugging on my boots, I headed downstairs where all the family had gathered at the dining table; including Nathan.

Sitting on one of the seats, breakfast had already been serve – pancakes. Grabbing the syrup I dribbled the golden delicious all over until I was satisfied "Careful. Wouldn't want to ruin your figure with all that sugar" teased Nathan as he cut into his own food, a teasing grin on his lips.

"Says the one who has a whole stack of pancakes with whipped cream" I scoffed "How about you watch your own food and I'll watch mine?"

"Easy. No bickering you too" scolded Father as he sat his cup of hot coffee down onto the table "It's a special day and I don't want any trouble"

"He started it" I mumbled as I cut into my pancakes and took a large bite, my mouth barely able to hold what I'd shoved in.

"And your Fathers finishing it" retorted Mother from beside me. She hadn't said anything until now "And take smaller bites will you" she said with a gesture to my squirrel like cheeks "We may be wolves, but we still have standards in etiquette"

"Apparently she didn't get the memo" snickered Nathan as he got up from his seat before anyone could reply. He'd somehow already finished his breakfast and I rolled my eyes as he took his plate to the kitchen. I huffed.

Slowing down and taking smaller bites of my food, we'd soon finished breakfast and I decided I was going to head over to Lady-Ann's. I thought she might need some help preparing things for the festival tonight. After putting my plate in the sink and taking a big gulp of milk, I'd reached for the door knob when Mother spoke up "Don't forget to come back home before sunset. You need to get dressed"

"I will" I nodded. Heading out of the house and onto the front porch, I breathed in a fresh bit of air. I could smell the dirt, the trees and him. It was fairly faint, but the rogues scent lingered with the breeze that drifted in from the woods. Choosing to ignore it, I headed down the couple of steps and into the heart of the village.

Looking around, people left, right and centre were finishing the final preparations for tonight's celebration. There were plastic chairs and tables with checked cloths covering them for decoration and there was also a small area reserved for people to dance along with the music "Morn'in Mina" Edger noticed me and gave a nod of his head. Wisps of his short peppered hair peaked from under his brown cowboy hat. A kind and relaxed guy in his fifties, he's Lady-Anne's husband.

"Morning!" I called, a few others stopped what they were doing to give me a small wave in greeting. This is one of the things I like about our small community, everyone's friendly and when there's an issue we usually resolve it before it gets too out of hand.

Heading over to Lady-Ann's, I knocked on the front door and she opened it a moment later. Wearing her apron, she greeted me with a smile "Morning. Why are you here of all places?"

"I thought you might need some help"

She moved to hold the door a little ways back "Step right in. I'd be grateful to have an extra pair of hands" giving a quick wipe of my shoes on the matt, I went inside and straight to the kitchen sink to wash my hands "These lot would eat till the cows come home. Just as well we've had a decent harvest" drying my hands, Lady-Ann came over to my side "Here you go. Just grab a handful and roll them like this" she said while scooping some mince from a very large bowl and rolling it in her hands.

Doing as she instructed, we continued to roll patties with some light conversation "I have a question" I said "Have you ever been outside before – off the reservation?" I'm curious about it. I've been here in the village since I was born and I've never had a chance to leave and see the outside world.

"Once or twice" she nodded "Believe it or not, I wasn't born into this pack. I came from the South" I paused to look up at her. How didn't I know that before now? She's always been around since I could remember, so I guess I just naturally assumed.

"How come you moved?"

"Like all partners, I made a choice when I married Edgar. Stay in my old pack or move to my new one. It was hard at first" she said "But we all makes sacrifices for the people we love. But I don't regret my decision. I've had a very happy life here"

Looking down at the clump of half formed mince in my hands, I continued to roll slowly as I thought. Lady-Anne and Edgar are partners, but they don't have any children of their own. I've never asked and I don't plan on asking either. It's none of my business, but the notion still makes me sad "What was it like, back home?"

She paused to think before replying "It was different. We were a much larger group on a bigger reservation, and we aren't as – calm, as you all are" she tried to explain "We're a bit of a wild bunch"

I nodded. I already know we're one of the tamer wolf packs in the area "And have you ever been back since you left?"

She shook her head "No. I've never had a reason to. My family is here now. I know it sounds unsettling but you're getting older now, one day you'll understand" she smiled. There was a brief moment of silence before she added "Alright, all done. Time to move on to the other stuff"

After finishing the meat patties we went on to peel vegetables, make desserts and prepare roasts of all variety. Pushing the dish of potato bake into the oven, I heard a bit of noise coming from outside along with the sound of vehicles. Throughout the day several neighbouring packs had arrived at our village, I assume this is another. Peeking out through the kitchen window, I watched as people of all ages climbed out of the back of trucks to greet the others.

"I'll look after the rest, you go on" said Lady-Anne with a gesture of her hands "I'm sure you'd like to go outside since you've been cooped up in here all day" I smiled in gratitude before making my way out of the house and down the steps of the front porch. Walking the distance from Lady-Anne's house, I was half way over when Britta came to my side.

"I was wondering where you'd gone" she said while walking beside me "There's a couple of new guys here. Some of them are rather cute"

"Cute?" I chuckled "A rabbit is cute. How about attractive or handsome?"

"There's a few of them too" she nodded with a smile.

Finding my Father and Nathan in the mix of new and old faces, I came to stand by them when Father swung an arm over my shoulder. Introducing me to the people I didn't already know, we spent some time talking about this and that. Some of it pack politics and some of it interesting and funny. It was good to catch up with people you don't see every day.

Sitting at the vanity table in my bedroom, a few hours have passed since I went to join in on the conversation with the new packs and it's soon time that the real festivities start. The sun had already lowered in the sky and I could hear a few of the people talking and laughing outside in the village centre. Slipping into my knee length grey sundress, it wasn't anything fancy but it was far better looking than most of my wardrobe.

"Are you nearly ready?" spoke Mother as she poked her head through the wedged gap of the door. When she noticed the new look I was adorning she stepped into my room and smiled while coming over to stand behind me "You look beautiful"

"You think so?"

"I know so" she replied. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was wearing a little make-up and my dark brown locks had been left down with just the sides pinned back so that it wasn't boring "Now, I know I've said it a hundred times but I'm going to say it again – please, don't do anything stupid tonight. Stay away from the woods"

I nodded at the seriousness in her tone "I will"

"Thank you" she gave my shoulders a light squeeze before taking a step back "Well come on then, your Father and Brother have already left for the party" getting up from my seat I had on a pair of matching flats. Making our way down the stairs we didn't bother locking the door on our way out. No one steals here.

Rubbing my arms, it's a little cold outside as we walked down the dirt track to make it to the centre of the village, but it soon warmed up with a few of the barrel bonfires and overall body heat. Glancing up at the paper lanterns that hung on the scalloping strings, they look rather nice along with the night sky and the bright full moon.

Overwhelmed, the chatter was rather loud and I could hear the undertone of music in the background. Glancing left and right, a few people stood with their beers and few sat at the tables – Britta being one of them. Sitting alone, she had nothing but a drink as company. Heading over, I sat down on the seat beside her and she pepped up "I thought I was going to be alone the entire night" she joked.

"I'd never do that to you" I nodded to the other people "How come you aren't talking with any of them?"

She shook her head "No. I'd rather sit back here with you. I don't think there very interested" I kept in a sigh. She was talking about cute boys earlier and now it's as if her self-confidence had gone straight out the window. However, being her friend, I know she really is shy when it comes to big social events. It takes a little bit of adjusting before she becomes good and starts enjoying herself.

"Come on. We'll go get something to eat" nodding her head, we walked over to the tables full of food and started to plate our own. Once we were done we headed back to our seats and started to eat while conversing about a few things here and there, and mid-sentence I was cut off when someone sat down to join us.

"Nice night, isn't it?" the guy said with a large smile. He must have been our age if not a year older.

"Is that your best pick-up line?" I questioned with a tease as me and Britta turned to look at him. Fairly good looking, he has the typical boyish charm with blue eyes and short blonde hair.

"It's one of them" he nodded with a chuckle "How am I doing so far?"

"Terrible" I said with a smile. Britta sat beside me a little recluse, still wrapped in her socially awkward bubble "I'm Mina and this if my friend, Britta" I introduced.

"It's nice to meet you both. I'm Kyle" he replied.

"And are you enjoying yourself Kyle? I haven't seen you around before. First time?"

"The very first. I thought I might make the most of it. New territory, new friends and all" he replied.

"Too true" I nodded. Leaning back in my chair, we'd gone into a rather nice conversation; talking about his pack and ours and what it was like, as well as common interests. At first it was just between the two of us but slowly Britta chimed in and took part. I could tell by her relaxed manner and easy voice that she was getting comfortable.

"Would you like to dance?" I looked at Kyle. His proposal was rather out of the blue.

I shook my head "I don't want to leave Britta alo– "

"Go on" encouraged my friend from beside me "I'll go see what everyone else is doing" standing up from her chair, I was left without an escape. I could have just outright declined Kyles offer but I think that would be rather rude, and what's a dance in the grand scheme of things?

"Alright" I said while rising from my own chair. Walking over to the dancefloor, I stood in front of him. I wasn't quite sure how to position my hands. I've never really danced with anyone before.

"Here" he said while taking my hands "They go up on my shoulders, and mine go down here" feeling his warm hands on my waist, they were at an appropriate height before we began to sway and step to the rhythm of the music; along with a few others.

Looking down at our moving feet, I was now the one that's being rather awkward. What do I say? Do you say anything when you dance, or is it just in silence? "You look nice in that dress" I felt relieved when Kyle spoke.

"I don't always wear things like this, or dresses in general" I replied "I'm more of a casual person"

"I think you'd look good in anything you wear" a grin formed on my lips and I couldn't supress it.

"You're a smooth talker" I said while looking up through my curled lashes "Are you always so comfortable and confident around women?"

"There's no reason not to be" he said while taking my hand and twirling me on the spot "Don't you like my smooth talking?" he questioned with a teasing smirk on his lips.

I chuckled while resting my hands back on his shoulders "I don't mind it" continuing to dance, we shuffled our way through a handful of songs before he gently pulled me to the side and away from the dancefloor "What's wrong?" I questioned with a frown. Did I step on his foot?

"Nothing" he said quietly before adding "I wanted to know if you'd come with me. We'll go somewhere else. A little quieter" I looked into his bright blue eyes before taking a quick glance toward the main crowd. I could see Mother and Father both talking with separate groups. I suppose no one would really know if I was gone for a little while.

"Where do you have in mind?" I asked while turning back to face him. Chuckling, Kyle took my hand and led me further away from the others. Heading away from the lit barrels and paper lanterns, it had gotten quite dark as we went to the outside edge of the village. The moon being our only source of light. Tugging me near the side of a house Kyle had stopped to pull me into his arms, his lips planting themselves onto mine.

Humming at the warmth of his mouth, my arms wrapped around his neck and I pushed my body flush against his. Sliding his hands from my waist to gently grope my backside, I could feel a tingle in my belly start to ster. Kyle pulled away "Come on. We should go a little further out so were not interrupted"

Taking my hand in his, I squinted in the dark to see he was leading us toward the woods. Did no one tell him? "Wait" I said before stopping dead in my tracks "We can't go to the woods. It isn't safe"

Kyle turned around to look at me "Because of the rogue?" he asked and I nodded "There's nothing to worry about, your with me. And besides, I doubt he'll bother us. For all we know he could be long gone"

I opened my mouth to speak but the words didn't come out. I wanted to say no, that Kyles wrong. The rogue isn't gone, I saw him yesterday morning. But if I told him, then he'd tell my Father and I'd be in a lot of trouble. Standing in the dark, my eyes flickered to the edge of the woods. I'm hesitant and a little scared. If Kyle saw what I saw then I doubt he'd be so quick to want to go anywhere near there. I already think were too close.

"There's nothing to be afraid of" he added and I looked at him. That's exactly what I said this morning to Britta. That we shouldn't be afraid of one wolf. I sighed before rubbing my arms.

"Okay" I muttered loud enough for him to hear. Taking Kyles hand, I followed him through the grass as we entered into the woods. It's so quiet. Pulling me along, my pair of flat shoes weren't the most comfortable on the fallen branches and rough ground "Is this far enough?" I questioned lightly as my eyes flickered here and there. The light of the moon is now cracked into shards as it beamed through the tall trees.

"Yeah" he said before stopping "Far enough" tugging me into his arms again, I felt his lips on mine and a smile etched on my face. I forget about where we were then, I just focused on us; our heated bodies, his roaming hands and sweet lips. I sighed in pleasure when he made a trail of kisses down my neck.

Running my hands through his blonde hair, my eyes closed as I stood absorbed in his ministrations. It felt really good and it made my whole body tingle. Taking a couple of steps back, my back pressed up against a nearby tree and Kyle's hands skimmed up underneath the grey skirt of my dress. My lips parted with a pleasurable sigh, but as I opened my fluttering eyes, my whole body tensed with an instant chill of fear.

A pair of amber eyes stared at me from over Kyles shoulder. It was him, the rogue. He was standing there like a menacing shadow watching us. For how long, I didn't know "Kyle, stop" I spoke with a firm and hushed voice as I pushed my hands against his chest.

"Why? What's wrong?" it was then that a low familiar growl rumbled from the rogue's mouth. That's all it took for Kyle to whip around and see for himself "Shit" he cursed before adding "Don't move" watching, the rogue took a few steps forward, one paw after the other. I was so filled with fear I couldn't stay here anymore. My survival instincts kicked in and I ignored Kyle's instruction – I ran, as fast as I possibly could "Mina!" I heard Kyle call after me, but I didn't stop and I didn't look back.

I could hear him as he chased after me, his paws thudding against the leaves and dirt of the ground. I could smell him as the wind blew through my hair. Panting as my eyes went a little wide with horror, I twisted through the trees as low hanging branches scratched against my cheeks and arms. Kicking off my flats as they slowed me down, I jumped over a small log. I was trying to head straight for the river that shouldn't be too far from here. I was somehow hoping that it would save me if I crossed it.

Stumbling, a sharp wince left my lips when I felt a jagged edge cut into my foot. I must've stepped on a rock or twig. Collapsing to my knees on the ground I barely had time to take another breath when I felt a heavy body roughly push me forward. Landing on my stomach I coughed as the rogue stepped on top of me, his two front legs pressing down on my upper back.

Wiggling and squirming, my fingers clawed at the dirt for anything to help me get out from underneath him. Panting above me, I shivered when I felt his wet nose tickle the flesh of my neck. Sniffing me all over, his long wet tongue darted out to lick at my cheeks and shoulders. It only made me squirm even more. But as I became too loud for the rogue pinning me down, he growled with his teeth bared above me.

It was then, in that moment, that I started sobbing as I instantly stilled. Coughing every once and a while, I couldn't find my breath as the weight of his body squeezed my lungs. I was scared out of my mind and I regretted ever leaving the safety of the village. I should have said no to Kyle. Why isn't he here trying to help me? Is he going to get my parents?

A moment passed when the rogue stepped off of my body. Looking up to the path ahead, I was thinking about running again but the pain in my foot told me I wasn't going to get far. Tears started to blur my vision as I felt my hope of escaping fade away. I didn't want to give up though, but as soon as I moved my arms and legs too much the rogue would start to growl again. He was warning me. He was telling me not to run. I wasn't able to move much so I staid lying on the uncomfortable ground of the forest, wondering if he was ever going to let me go.

Eventually the wolf got off of me and I tried to calm myself. I know he hadn't left as I could still hear his loud breathing as he sniffed the backs of my legs. He was breathing me in and licking me all over, but when his muzzle brushed up the skirt of my dress to press between my legs I shrieked before quickly shuffling forward.

The rogue growled again but I didn't care. What does he think he's doing?

Turning around so that I sat on the ground, my arms propped my torso up from behind me. It was now that I could finally see exactly how big the rogue actually is, and sitting didn't make the situation any better. Standing a little more than a meter away, he's massive and menacing. His familiar amber eyes bore into mine as he stared.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly, still frightened to speak too loudly. I know he can understand what I'm saying.

The rogue continued to stare at me before eventually moving to lay on his stomach, his head lowered all the way down to the ground as well. Watching with a confused expression, the rogue didn't move for a while. But then I saw his black tail poke up from behind him and start to sway side to side. Licking his lips with a quick swipe of his pink tongue, the wolf started to crawl closer to me an inch by a time.

When he finally reached near my ankles, I watched as he gently nipped at my legs with his teeth and lapped at my flesh with long strokes. By now I knew exactly what he was trying to do and I was utterly shocked. He was trying to woo me by being playful. I could only watch as the rogue rolled over onto his back. Amber eyes still looked at me with a cocked head and from the exposed position I could see his soft looking stomach. I blushed a bright pink when my eyes trailed a little further down.

He was excited to say the least.

Quickly averting my eyes, I shuffled back along the ground to put more space between us. The rogue instantly turned over and stood up with a growl. He doesn't want me to leave, that's clear. Stalking over to me I staid still as he moved to stand from behind. Feeling his warmth breath fan against my neck, his muzzle nudged at my face, arms and back.

He was trying to push me forward but I swatted at him with an annoyed expression "No" I said firmly. I'm not just going to bend over and let him have me. He's a rogue, a feral. He shouldn't be anywhere near me and I shouldn't be anywhere near him.

Growling again, the wolf nudged me a few more times before moving his mouth to bite the side of my neck. I gasped as I felt his teeth press against my flesh, but not enough to draw blood. It was just hard enough to tell me he was in charge. Moving my hand up, my fingers threaded through the black fur on the side of his neck. I was trying to pry him away and after a moment he let go of me.

Moving around to stand in front of me again, only a couple of inches remained between us. Poking out his tongue, I grimaced when he licked across my face and over my lips. Pulling away I wiped my mouth and pushed against his head. The rogue was relentless and also very unhappy at my clear rejection. Snarling, his gums drew upward and he snapped his jaw with a bark. I immediately winced and cupped my ears as the sound rattled my eardrums.

Feeling his teeth tugging on the skirt of my dress, I gasped as the fabric tor and my body jolted forward with the strong strength of his pulling "Stop it!" I snapped as I tried to slap the rogue away, but he'd just ignore me and start tearing again. Soon my dress was shredded and falling off. My flesh now exposed to the cold air and his roaming eyes.

I swallowed the dryness in my throat as a plan conjured in my brain. It was absurd and crazy, but it was the only think I could think of. Carefully moving my hands, I went slowly so that he wouldn't think I was up to no good when I really was. Reaching down, my fingers hooked in the band of my underwear before gently tugging them down. I wanted him to think I'd given in – just enough for me to escape. The black wolf started to back away a little to give me more room.

He didn't shy away, he just stared.

Crossing my legs to try and hide myself as much as possible, I reached behind and unclasped my bra before shrugging it off. Now that I was completely exposed I turned over so that I was on all fours, and just as I heard the sound of him moving closer – I shifted. Running as fast as I could, it was much easier to move at a quicker pace in this form and it was also easier to defend myself.

I instantly heard the rogue snarling behind me, snapping with his sharp teeth. Jumping over fallen branches and swiftly winding through the trees to try and throw him off, it wasn't working as I thought it might. He was always on my trail and when I thought I'd lost him, he'd appear even closer than before.

I could tell I was almost by the river when my heightened senses picked up the smell of water. Pushing myself as hard as I could, I ignored the shooting pain coursing up from my foot. I had to get there – to safety. I need to call for help. It was a straight shot and I continued to run for my life. But in an instant I was barrelled over, and as we tumbled along the ground, his teeth snapped and snarled at me. I retaliated with the same amount of ferocity, if not more.

Biting here and there we tossed on the ground and just as I thought I had the upper hand by going for his throat, I was quickly put into a submissive positon. Locking his jaw over the back of my neck, the wolf pinned me down to the ground; my muzzle burying into the dirt and leafs. I could feel his growls vibrating through my flesh and fur, and when I tried to pull away he'd dig his canines in deeper. I whimpered before eventually relaxing.

It hurts too much to keep trying to fight him like this.

Keeping my head low and my tail tucked between my legs, it was uncomfortable and sore as the rogue kept his hold. I just wanted him to stop. I want to go home. But instead of easing his jaw from around my neck, he dug in tighter and tighter until the pain was too much and I shifted back "Stop it! You're hurting me!" I cried out with trembling limbs.

It was then that he pulled away and made a snuffing sound as a couple of tears escaped my eyes. The rogue simply licked them away. Moving around as I lay with my stomach pressed against the Earth, he moved on top of me and I startled struggling against him when I saw a strong pair of hands move either side of my head. I stilled as my brows furrowed together in shock. Did he just shift? I thought that was impossible. That he couldn't.

"You're being difficult" rumbled a deep and masculine voice from above me.

"Get off of me" I demanded firmly, my shock now dissipating "You have no right to do this to me. You're nothing but a savage mutt, and if you don't let me go this very second they'll hunt you down and kill you"

"You're strong and fierce" he said "That's good. You'll be a worthy mother for my pups"

"I'll tear your throat out myself before you even get the chance. Now, get off" I wriggled beneath him "I don't want you"

"You don't have to want me. You just have to do your job" leaning down, his warm breath caressed my neck before his tongue flicked along to wipe at the bleeding wound on my neck. I grimaced, a sting of pain blossomed but then a soothing cool shortly followed. I sighed as the throbbing began to ease as he licked the blood away.

Planting soft and gentle kisses along my neck and up to my cheek, I turned my head to look at him. I wanted to see the rogues face – his true face. But between the darkness and the awkward position I was in, I couldn't manage to see clear enough. Pressing his lips onto mine, his tongue dipped into my mouth and I flinched away before turning my head to the other side.

I was taken aback by the rogues next words "I won't hurt you"

"You already have" I replied. His heavy body is stilling pinning me to the earth and he's already bitten and scratched me several times throughout the night "Let me go home to my family right now, and I promise I won't tell them what happened tonight"

It took him a moment to answer "I believe you" he said. A flash of hope swelled inside of me and I thought for a moment that he might actually let me return to my village. The rogue sounded sincere when he first spoke, but the truth that left his lips afterwards broke my last chance of freedom "But I can't let you go – not yet"

I squirmed beneath him, my fingernails digging into his left arm while the other clawed at the dirt to try and get away "As soon as I go back they'll know" I spoke with fear "They won't look at me the same. None of them will. They'll treat me just like you, an outcast. You can't do this to me – you can't ruin my life"

If the rogue goes through with his plan, then I'll be nothing but damaged goods to everyone else. None of the other wolves from my own pack or any other will want me as theirs. No one will ever claim the sloppy seconds that a rogue has churned out, especially if he gets what he wants – a pup to call his own. It'll be me and my family's biggest and darkest shame. A looming cloud that'll shroud us all.

"Please" I whispered "Not me. I've never done anything wrong. I've always been good"

My cheeks were starting to tighten and sting along with my throat as tears welled in my eyes. The rogue was silent until he rolled me over on the ground. Keeping my line of vision on the trees to my right, I didn't look up even though I had a chance to see his face "Bad things happen to good people all the time" he replied "I swear on what little that I have left, I'll be back when the time comes"

I could feel his eyes looking at me from above, starring deep into me. Sitting up on his legs, the warmth of the rogue's body left me for a moment as his large hands grabbed under my thighs. Pulling me closer, he settled himself in-between and my own hands moved to beat and slap at his chest, face and arms. The rogue didn't seem to care enough to stop me.

Pushing on his shoulders, I felt the blunt tip of his swelled member start to poke and prod below, and both of my hands shot down between our close bodies in order to cup my sex. He couldn't get to it if I was covering it up. Even now I still had yet to look at him. I didn't want the site of the rogue haunting my mind for the years to come. But when he grabbed my chin and made me look into his steel grey eyes, I was speechless.

"The longer you fight, the longer it'll take" he spoke firmly. How can he say that to me? This rabid dog is trying to take everything from me in one fell swoop, and now he has the gaul to tell me to stay still and just accept it.

My lips curled in a snarl before I spat on his face. Moving his hand from my chin, he wiped the splotch of saliva before clutching his fingers around my throat and squeezing. It started off as an uncomfortable pressure, but slowly his grip tightened and my supply of oxygen dwindled. I tried to hold out as long as I could, but survival instinct had me moving my hands to try and relieve the pressure around my neck.

It barely took him a few seconds before the rogue managed to find my opening and bury himself to the hilt with one quick thrust. It was like sandpaper against my insides. An incredible burning and tearing sensation as he filled me. It forced a loud gasp from my lips along with a cry, and tears of pain dripped from the corner of my eyes to wet the dirt.

The rogue didn't move. He just hovered above me still and silent, waiting for something. Clamping my legs around his waist, a dull throb had started in my belly from the intrusion and I squirmed at the new sensation. I've never had sex before. I've never felt like this before. It's horrifying. It's unreal. Planting his hands either side of my head, the rogue started to swivel and rock his hips in a slow pattern.

A few low moans and whines came from my lips, but not because of pleasure. It hurt. It wasn't like I thought it would be. I knew about the pain, but in my mind I always thought I could bare it if it was between me and someone I cared deeply for. This was different – tragic. A horrible nightmare that no one had come to rescue me from.

Where were they?

Jolted from my thoughts, the rogue thrusted his hip and my eyes found his again. They roamed over his chiselled face and short dark hair. He was incredibly strong. A life on his own had made him tough and well defined. Resilient. Setting a smooth pace, I felt every inch as he moved inside of me; rubbing against my inner walls and reaching all the way to the back.

Moving my arm, my fingers laced into a patch of hair at the base of his skull. Tightening my grip, his eyes narrowed down at me but he didn't say a word. The rogue let me do what I wanted, as long as he could do the same. Locking my ankles together, my nails raked down the expanse of his back to create searing lines. His eyes closed as he moaned in pain, his speed increasing.

My thick black lashes fluttered for some reason as my eyes watered. The pain had toned down after my body accepted the sudden intrusion, and an unfamiliar feeling started to tighten in my chest. My stomach formed a mysterious type of pressure and my brows furrowed in confusion. Reaching up, my teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder. I bit hard enough to draw blood. I wanted to inflict as much pain as I could so that he'd stop treating me so gently – like a lover.

I may not have wanted it, but my body couldn't help the sensation he was beginning to stir. I knew exactly what it was when the familiar tingling started in my toes to rise up along my spine and into the back of my throat. Leaning down, the rogue's warm lips pressed sweet kisses along my collar bone and onto my face before eventually landing on my mouth. I immediately bit his lip and it wept crimson.

Flipping our positions with a quick roll of our naked bodies, I couldn't hold onto the moan that rumbled from my throat. He fitted deeper and tighter, his strong arms wrapped around me to cage me to him as he thrusted upwards. Holding on, a warm pooling tickled the skin of my thighs "It's okay to like it" he suddenly spoke from beneath me.

"I don't – like it" I choked out. It was hard to concentrate.

"Liar" he said before grabbing a hold of my messy brown locks. Angling my head, our lips pressed together in a heated kiss. It was sweet. Arching my back, the thick woods around us echoed with the sounds of our coition. A moan slipped passed my lips and my eyes went wide. I immediately pulled from the kiss afraid and disgusted.

I didn't mean it.

I don't mean to feel this way. Turning my head away, my lungs panted for air. My eyes squeezed shut as my body started to tremble and squirm in an intense way. Still holding me to his body, the rogue sped up his thrusts and I moaned again as he nudged that sweet-spot. I was breaking in the most pleasurable way possible.

My chin rested on his shoulder as I clung to him "Stop" I whispered "Stop" it was a plea. Not to him, but for me. It didn't want the rogue to stop what he was doing. I wanted myself to stop from feeling this way. It's all gone so terribly wrong and twisted. What happened?

Wriggling and squirming, my legs clamped against his waist as my insides wound tighter than a snake around its prey. My loud noisiness became louder and when his hand slipped between us to press and stroke the sensitive nub between us – it was over. I felt a strong tingle and then a wave of warm bliss rock my entire body. It started from between my legs and fanned with an intense caress. My insides spasmed and as I rode out the orgasm with a roll of my hips, I felt the warm gush of the rogue as he let out a deep guttural moan.

I slumped against him defeated. What's the point of fighting anymore? Trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. I zoned out to a black abys. I needed a moment, but I was brought out of my haze by the ghosting touch of his fingertips as they ran up the side of my hip. I got off of him as quickly as I could, as if the rogue's very touch seared my skin – it did in a way.

Backing up along the ground, I raised my knees to my chest and buried my head into the gap between. My hands rested on the top of my head, as if they'd protect me "Stay away" I spoke with a light shake of my head "Leave. Don't come back – I'll kill you if you come back" there's a dull ache between my thighs. The pain is annoying more than anything. I could already feel it starting to slowly heal.

No words came from the rogue. But I felt a ray of warm heat my skin before a wet, fur covered muzzle nudged my leg before licking softly. I reached out and pushed him away. He'd changed back. Looking up, my brown met his amber ones and he stepped forward to press his forehead against mine for a moment. Backing up, the rogue took one last look at me before turning and running into the distance darkness of the woods.

A minute passed as I looked to where the wolf had disappeared. He was finally gone. But for some reason I felt hollow at the notion. A distant shout echoed out through the trees and hovering air. It was my name.

8 Months Later.

The pain was horrific.

Laying in the single bed with two cushioned pillows propped up behind me, my Mother wiped at my forehead as sweat poured from my skin. It was hot in the room. The room that seemed to get smaller over the long hours of labour I've had to endure. Woman from my village rushed around to clear blood soaked towels and bowls of water. It's an ugly mess.

Situated at the end of the bed between my divided thighs draped with a towel is Lady-Anne. She's acted as our midwife for years now and I trust her whole heartedly, but surely there's something wrong. It's not supposed to feel this excruciating, is it? I don't know how much longer I could take it before I pass out or give up.

I can feel the energy draining out me.

My breathing is uneven as I panted. Mother and I had gone through breathing exercises during the long months of having to carry this burden, but all of that practicing went to wind. I didn't care about how I was breathing. I cared about the baby squirming and trying to squeeze its way out of my body. I've only pushed a couple of times and that's already enough for me, but apparently not for the baby.

"Mina" I looked over to my Mother who stood beside me. I squeezed her hand tightly "You need to keep pushing. The baby can't do it by itself. You need to help it" her words were firm and hurried.

I shook my head as tears fell from my cheeks "I can't. I don't want to do it anymore. It hurts" I complained.

Mother nodded "I know it hurts, but it won't stop unless you keep pushing. You can do it. Ready?" I whined as I looked down at the swollen bump of my belly. I hated the way it protruded. I hated the way it stretched my once beautiful soft stomach.

I nodded. Squeezing Mothers hand tighter, I pushed as hard as I could; a muffled groan leaving my lips. I stopped to take in a deep breath. My chest rose and fell quickly "You're doing well. A couple more and it'll all be over" encouraged Lady-Anne who had to bear witness to the horrible mess that is childbirth.

Flashes of the past came back to me. I remember stumbling on the uneven dirty ground of the woods as I followed the echoing voice of my name. The way they all looked at me when I passed them. Of course, they no one ever asked what had happened. They didn't have to. They could tell the moment they laid eyes on me – the moment they smelled me. Ruined.

I pushed.

More flashes filtered through my mind as I remember looking into the mirror. How I had felt sick for weeks but never told a single soul. It wasn't until things started adding up and my stomach started to grow that everyone figured out the changes that were happening. In the beginning, I tried to deny it. I tried to pretend it was anything else – anything but a baby.

I pushed.

Slumping back, an emptiness filled me as I felt it leave by body. There was a gasp and I glanced down through wet lashes to see the smile on Lady-Anne's lips. She wiped at its wet face and rubbed its back, then there it was – that familiar high pitched wailing of a child. Mother sighed in relief before she let go of my hand to go see for herself.

Snipping the umbilical cord, Lady-Anne handed the bundle wrapped infant over to my Mother and I watched as she gently rocked it in her arms while coming over to me. I was afraid. My chest swelled with tightness and my belly with butterflies. I wondered if I really wanted to look at the face that was a part of me – apart of him.

"Do you want to hold him?" asked Mother. The wailing had died down to small hiccups.

"Him?" I asked "It's a boy?"

"Yes" she nodded "A healthy baby boy"

I was hesitant for a moment as I looked at the bundle. Slowly, I held out my arms and Mother smiled as she handed me the baby. Feeling the weight of him, it wasn't heavy but it wasn't light. I peered down at his soft face, the tiny gentle fingers and the faint wisps of brown hair that scattered on top of his head. Everything about the little boy looked so innocent and pure. His small nose and apple round cheeks, but most of all the colour of his round eyes – a steel grey, like his fathers.

I came to realise as the moment clicked in my heart. A feeling indescribable. A feeling so intense that it rendered me speechless for a moment. I couldn't deny it any longer "He's perfect"

Mother was about to speak when a knock interrupted her. Leaving my side, she went over to see who it was and cracked the door open. Glancing over to me, Mother left the room to talk to whoever was on the other side. I wasn't too worried about the hushed voices, as I couldn't find it in me to care about anything else but the boy in my arms.

The door reopened wide and I looked up to see it was my Father who had knocked. They both stepped inside of the room "There's someone waiting for you outside" Mother spoke, but she didn't sound too pleased when she did.

It was then, as a gust of wind blew through the open window that I smelt the familiar scent lingering in the air "It's him, isn't it?" I asked. The baby stirred in my arms, as if he knew.

Father nodded in conformation "He's been here for hours. He won't leave and I can't force him, not now – " he paused. I know what Father was saying. He couldn't force the rogue out of our territory now that he has a child within our pack.

"No one told me"

"We thought it was best we didn't" replied Father. I nodded. That was probably best. I had enough on my plate today, I didn't want to deal with the fact that he was so close. Waiting. Listening to me scream.

"Help me" I said "I want to see him"

Mother glanced at Father "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure" I replied "He won't leave until he sees"

Father was shewed from the room to give us privacy. Coming over to my side, Mother took the baby and handed him over to Lady-Anne. Peeling the soaked towel from my damp skin, Mother helped me sit up and I winced from the sharp pain in my groin and stomach. After getting dressed into a clean gown, I shrugged on a cardigan before slowly heading out of the small building.

I stood at the closed front door. Mother turned and gave me the little boy. I felt anxious as the door opened and I stepped out onto the wooden planked porch. I must have looked an exhausted mess to the outside world, but after what I've been through, I couldn't care less.

Sitting a few steps away from the porch, the rogue faced the door and once he noticed my presence he immediately stood up. The black furred figure looked enormous in the daylight and I could see all of his features clearly; including the amber eyes. At first, I took slow steps forward. He didn't move a muscle in response, and instead waited for me to come to him instead.

I creeped closer while my Mother and everyone else lingered back. When I reached the rogue, I got down on my knees in front of him so that he could see. The baby stirred and made small noises as the wolf stepped forward to get a better look "It's a boy" I announced quietly.

The wolf sniffed with his black muzzle and chuffed, his chest puffing out with pride at what he saw. I heard faint footsteps along the porch before a low growl rumbled from the rogue. I looked over my shoulder to see my Mother standing on the steps with Father behind her; his hands on her shoulders to keep her still.

"They're my parents" I explained. The growl faded into nothing and he went back to looking down at the baby boy in my arms "I told you stay away" he snorted in reply before looking at me. His long pink tongue licked the side of my cheek once. As if the rogue would actually listen to my demands. He did make a promise "Don't leave us" I spoke softly so no one but us would hear "You have what you wanted. Don't make me raise him on my own"

The rogue looked at me and took a step back. I felt my insides churning with a feeling of sickness. He couldn't do this to me. I've already had to suffer on my own for nearly a year, with no one to turn to other than a family and community that didn't understand my pain. I want it to stop.

Stepping one big paw after the other, he circled me slowly; lightly nudging me here and there. He stood in front of me again and stared a little a longer. Our eyes didn't leave one another for the longest of times. I silently pleaded. He laid down on his stomach, and it was then that I knew he'd decided.

The rogue was going to stay.

THE END

A/N If you have any story suggestions or questions on this story, please let me know :)