"Leave! These guys are strong. I don't know how much longer we can hold them off!" he yells, making my eyes water.

"I... I don't have anywhere to run." I admitted as I shook in fear. "We'll find you. Just go!" he says, making me look to the side as I see an open path.

"Leave now! or you WILL get hurt!" he says, as the rogue chuckles. "So much for the notorious rogue King. You're journey ends here King. I'll make sure of that!" one of the rogue wolves says as my eyes widen in shock. The rogue King? But, he doesn't smell like a rogue. His scent is different, just like the other Wolf with him. The ones that had taken me from my pack smelled bad, like rotten meat, and old blood, just like I've heard rogues smelled.

The rogue King? He's a rogue... why would he help me though? I made a mental note to look for him and thank him later. I stood, uncertain if I'd make it out alive, but I had to. I had to try. "I'll show you what the rogue King can do. You'll be sorry you ever crossed paths with me, you fucking rogue!" he says as he lunges at him, biting his neck.

The other rogue gets thrown across the car and smashes onto the tree behind me, making me shriek and cover my head.

"GO! GO NOW, KID!" the older Wolf yells, making my eyes tear as I nod and run the other way. "Thank you," I say, making him nod.

There was no going back. I can't even go back to my pack. If I did, there was no way I would be welcomed there. My dad would kill me if I did go back. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

I ran, ran as fast as my legs could go. I didn't dare look back as I heard them fight. The loud growls made me fearful as I ran through the forest, passing trees, branches, and more trees. The night came, and I continued to run until I finally ran out of breath.

I gasped stopping to catch my breath. My throat was dry, making me cough as I held my hand up to my burning chest and looked up at the sky. It was dark, the only light lighting my way was from the stars and thin crescent moon. My tears felt hot, and I couldn't help but fall to my knees as I felt the thick dry knot in my throat as I once more broke down in tears.

Fourteen years old, and I was all alone in the world. My mind clouded, should I even continue to run for dear life until my legs give out again? For how long? And until when did I have to run?

This wasn't fair.

"Not fair at all," my Wolf, Merida wailed through her tears. My body felt heavy, and my vision soon blurred as my legs gave out. Little by little, I began to close my eyes, feeling them heavier and heavier until I could no longer keep awake.