The Alpha's Rogue

Chapter One

The train roared past me at a hurtling speed that no human could keep up with, but I wasn't a human. With my rucksack hanging from my mouth I took off at full speed in my wolf form. My wolf loved to run, loved to feel the wind in her fur. As I gathered up more speed beneath my paws I was soon catching up with the front cart of the train, it was a freight train so I didn't need to worry about passengers seeing me. I was constantly in wolf form unless I was close to a human town, then I would turn back into human form myself as to go unnoticed by them.

The sun was already starting to set and I knew I'd need to find somewhere to camp out for the night soon. I darted away from the train and into the forest that lined the tracks. I slowed down my run a bit so that I could scan the area easier in search of somewhere to set up for the night.

My wolf was panting with pleasure at our battle against the train, she felt proud that we had been fast enough to catch up to the front of the train. Though I could tell she was tired, we'd been doing this every day for as long as I remember. Constantly on the move, each night in a new place, never staying any longer than I absolutely had to. I couldn't risk it.

I must have gone a few miles away from the tracks before I found a little worn down den that looked barely stable, as if a giant gust of wind could cause it to tumble down. I raised my nose in the air and felt comfortable enough when I couldn't detect anyone's scent on the den, meaning no one had been here in at least a few months if not more.

I nudged my way into the den with my head. I dropped my rucksack on the ground before having a look around.

It was small an very shabby, looks like it had been built a few decades earlier, with the intention of being a hunting den possibly? There were a few mantles on the walls where it looked like they'd once held weapons of some form, likely guns. There was a workbench caked in dust, which held the materials for different forms of ammunition as well as shotgun pellets. There was a small bed in one corner, big enough for just one, but it had a long gash down it now. Weeds grew through the floor of the den and covered majority of the space in a soft padding. I found a particularly soft spot in the corner near the bed and curled up for the night.

As I laid down to allow my wolf to rest, I couldn't help but wonder what sort of hunters these had been? I've come across a fair range of them over the years, each hunted for different game. Smaller animals, bigger gamier meats, some humans with the sight and knowledge also hunted for wolves like myself, and also for vampires. But this den had shown no signs of it being anything other than an animal hunter who had once inhabited these walls, as the bullets were neither wooden nor silver. They were regular bullets that humans use for animal hunting. I also couldn't help but to wonder why no one had been here in so long? Had they died? Moved away? Had the hunter become the hunted? Or had their heir not wanted to continue their family tradition? Endless possibilities.

My wolf purred in content, finally getting some rest, and I could feel myself drifting off too.

It wasn't till dawn when I was woken by voices nearing the den. My wolf jumped to her feet, panicked. Why would someone be out in the middle of no where at such earlier hours of the morning?

"Are you sure Gareth?" One male spoke, they sounded to still be a fair distance away. Meaning I had time yet .

"Of course I am." He let out an irritated sigh. "Have I ever been wrong Alpha?"

Alpha? No. No. This isn't pack land, I would have smelt if there was a pack near by. They can't find me, I need to get out of here.

I grabbed my rucksack up in my mouth and took off from the den in lightning speed, in the opposite direction to where I'd heard the men talking.

"Shit, the rogue's running. She must have heard us." The second voice spoke again.

Growls came from behind me, and I knew it wouldn't be long until they caught up with me if I didn't pick up my pace.

I ran faster, faster than the train would ever dream of being. I ran because my life literally did depend on it. If a pack, let alone the Alpha of a pack had found me, I'd be dead faster than the blink of an eye. Though the faster my wolf went, the more growls seemed to come from behind me, and soon the growls that followed me had grown dangerously close. Until they stopped entirely.

I didn't dare look back to see where they'd gone, I didn't even dare slow down in fear they were just trying to trick me. I just kept running.

Suddenly I was flying through the air and crashed into the trunk of a tree. My wolf was panting, slightly out of breath from going a speed we'd never gone before. I felt pain flooding me as I could tell already that a few of my ribs had likely broken from the impact.

I raised my head as I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of what had just happened when I saw a large, twice the size of me, jet black wolf coming towards me. Its pace was slow, it was stalking me like I was its pray. Stumbling to my feet, I searched for my bag but couldn't see it anywhere. I decided in that moment that I didn't need anything from in there, nothing was worth more than my life. I took off in a sprint, my wolf hissing at the pain.

Second later I was being knocked back down again. My wolf was on her back, being pinned to the ground by the giant black wolf. It snarled in my face and nipped at my neck.

I waited for the fatal bite to come, but it didn't. After a minute or two, I slowly opened my eyes. Why hadn't he killed me?

Its teeth were bared and inches away from my face. He growled at me again, this time more deeply. A second later his wolf was letting go of mine and took a step back. His claws retracted and his fur sunk back beneath his skin as he turned into human form. "Turn." He growled to me. He was tall, his skin was tan and his hair a tousled jet black mess. His lilac eyes pierced into mine with a stern look.

I climbed to my feet and turned to run when I saw an auburn wolf standing behind me.

The man stalked over to me and grabbed my wolf by the fur on our neck. "Turn, rogue." He spat out.

My wolf shook her head, we wouldn't give in. I refused to show any one of our kind my human form.

The man growled at me once more before something sharp plunged into my neck.

As everything around me grew cold and dark, I had hopped that this was finally the end. I welcomed it with open arms, as I felt my wolf collapse to the bed of the forest and I felt her presence drift away.