The Alpha and the Rogue

Prologue:

Clay’s P.O.V

Loss. It was one of the main reasons a wolf turned rogue.

A feral creature with no humanity…no emotions. A creature that hunts and kills the people they used to know. A creature to be hunted and killed for the sake of everyone’s safety.

Loss…it was one of the main reasons.

But what had I lost? Who was I moaning?

What was I running from? Who was I losing myself for?

The earth seemed to shake beneath my feet as I ran blindly. A red haze started to cover my vision from the corners, slowly moving in towards the centre.

No!

I couldn’t give in! I couldn’t become a rogue!

But I couldn’t seem to fight this unseen enemy as my mind began to clog, shrouding my memories in grey mist, forbidding me from accessing them. It was like everything I once knew was being erased, including my former existence.

I tried one last time to peek through the dark grey mist in my mind, to unlock the reason why I was driving myself mad, but came up with nothing. Something was blocking my mind, erasing my identity.

Clay…

Who is it? Whose voice is it? Why am I remembering this voice?

A piercing headache blinded me temporarily and I tripped on a fallen branch, tumbling down a slope at phenomenal speed. The stones on the ground tore through my skin, drawing blood. When I finally stopped rolling down the slope, my entire body felt like it was on fire. The pain was unimaginable but I didn’t seem to care. What I was worried about most was why was I turning? Why was I becoming rogue?

And I couldn’t find the answers anywhere.