Siena Blackman's POV

Another peaceful and sunny day, taking a walk to the local nature reserve, before work, that I so dearly love, I find my usual spot under a large oak tree, sitting with my back against the trunk, that has just enough shade to keep me cool in the warmth of the summer sun. Taking out my sketch book I wonder to myself if I will ever find people that will accept me for who I am and not what the world has labelled me... A rogue. Not by choice but by force from those who I once thought loved me. 

Turning the pages of my sketch book, looking through old drawings, I find a fresh page to draw a beautiful woman looking to the sky for answers. Placing pencil to paper I begin to bring the image to life, after I while I find myself mimicking the image I have delicately brought to life, and lowering my pencil to the page as I look to the fluffy and enticing clouds for guidance and comfort. 

Will I ever be accepted again like I was when I was a small child filled with hope and dreams of being part of a well rounded pack of werewolves?

I shake my head at the thought and sigh as I let my pale skin and dark hair absorb the rising heat of the sun's rays, closing my eyes and smiling at the low pur my inner wolf is making resonate through my chest. She and I are at peace when we are outside in the fresh air surrounded by the pure beauty of nature.

After what felt like no time at all I open my eyes to find my sketch book had fallen on the floor, pages to the ground, pencil almost camouflaged in the grass and my eyes feeling heavy with sleep.

Just great I thought, I hope I'm not late for work! I hurriedly grab everything off the floor and make a run for my work place. Dashing past people with their dogs walking at a leisurely pace, children playing and couples out for a romantic stroll in each other company. I catch myself smiling as I pass by every single one of them. My boss will not like that I'm possibly late but he and i will just have to deal with it, besides the bar will be busy before I even set foot in there at 6pm.

I get to the bar and head inside, going to my locker in the staff room to place my book in there. Damn it, I left my pencil behind. I huff in annoyance and carry on getting things in my locker before I grab my phone and check the time. Perfect! Only 2 minutes late to my shift! 

After what felt like a full 24 hour shift, of my boss drowning me in half a million complaints of me being late and not doing my job properly, I help him close the bar for the night. Once we finish I grab everything from my locker and leave my boss to lock the doors.

"Do not be late next time Siena, this is your last chance!" I hear him say as I walk through the seating area.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry..." I say as I open the door to leave. 

I start walking home and hear the bar doors being locked up and a car start up, I pull my phone out and check the time. It's only 1am, so I decide to take a slow walk home instead of hurrying. Besides I dont have another shift until six again anyway so I can sleep in as long as I want.

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The moon illuminates the almost empty streets, apart from a few drunk people here and there stumbling about and shouting nonsense at each other. I keep walking and enjoy the company of the full moon, my senses being heightened and feeling on top of the world.

I reach the end of my street and notice my neighbourhood is eerily quiet for a Saturday night, normally the street is filled with people causing trouble or just having a laugh or even a few people walking to and from playing es alone. I grab my keys from my back pocket and walk to my apartment complex thinking nothing of it.

I get to my apartment complex door and hear a deep howl in the distance, much to my surprise it was soothing to hear it for once. Normally I recoil when I hear the nightly howls. I return to my apartment and lock the door behind me before throwing my keys onto the kitchen counter and placing my sketch book on my desk. 

I throw my tired body on the couch and decide to check my phone for notifications but as always, nothing. I throw my phone on the couch beside me and lean my head back, falling asleep before I get the chance to even think of anything.

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After a few more similar and mundane days I find myself at home, pacing through my apartment, on a day off of work getting restless at home. All I've thought about all day is why I was made a rogue, why me? Why couldnt they have waited another month until I morphed for the first time? They waited for others in the pack, but not me... God it is so frustrating! I sigh and grab my keys and decide to just go for a walk to the local shop and then to the nature reserve. 

I get to the shop and buy a small can of soda and a pack of cigarettes considering I ran out a few hours ago. I light one as I start to walk to the reserve admiring the flame of the lighter and the smoke emitting from the end of the cigarette. 

I explore part of the reserve I hadn't been in yet finding a half destroyed stone wall surrounded in daffodils and decide to delicately place myself on the wall, being careful as to not step on any of the flowers. 

The sun slowly starting to set on the horizon I sit and wonder if my old pack even remembers me as it's been almost two years since they made me a rogue. Recently I have been thinking of them more and more as time goes by. I don't miss them, not at all, but I just wonder if things could have been different.

I suddenly feel my inner wolf perk up and it puts me on high alert as she has been pretty dormant the past few months, considering I can not risk morphing with so many of the local pack members being dotted around the town, watching for rogues stepping out of line I have to keep a low profile. 

I've hid my wolf form since I moved here because the pack here thinks I'm just a human who moved here of my own accord, if they knew otherwise I would be kept an eye on and I am happy being alone for now. Even if I get a little depressed at times, I've had time to learn about myself and be as close to a normal human I can get.

My head instantly hones in on the position of where a noise of a branch snapping, under the pressure of what I can only assume a foot of some sort, my eyes scanning the area as my wolf senses kick in. I notice it's not a person but an animal.

Lowering my gaurd the slightest amount, I hope it's a dear or fox but before I can even react I'm swept off the wall. Hitting the ground with force and being pinned down by a large wolf with matted fur, blood dripping from its mouth and an unbearably unpleasant scent of rogue I pull my head to the side but keep my eyes locked with theirs.

I try to kick my way out from underneath it but it just puts more pressure on my body causing me to scream in pain as my hip pops out of place and other bones crack like glow sticks.

The last thing I see is the wolf leaning it's head back with teeth on show, staring into my eyes with the intent to kill before it lurches foward, wanting to grab my neck and kill me but I pass out from the pain my hip is causing me not knowing if I'm even going to survive.