Shadow Pack's Alpha and the Rogue

Evangeline:

At four years old, I was the type of girl who would rather climb trees, play in the mud, catch frogs, or even play with crawfish in the ditches. My mother, on the other hand, wasn't that type of woman. She didn't want me to be so tomboyish and would try to dress me up in dresses with big bows in my hair. That wouldn't last long. Every time she puts me in a dress with an oversized bow and shiny shoes, I would just run outside and jump in the nearest mud puddle.

Kind of like today. It's a hot summer day, and my mother had just forced me into a white floral dress with a giant pink bow that she claims looks good with my white hair and pale skin. I don't like it. So, I darted out the door before she could put my shoes on me and slid into the nearest muddle puddle, causing all the frogs to scatter. Noticing them, I immediately go after the closest one, leaving trails of water and mud behind me as I go on my frog hunt.

Jocelyn, my mother, comes running outside as fast as she can with her large pregnant belly making the run look more like a waddle. She let out a soft growl of frustration once she saw me struggling to catch a frog that I plan on naming Prince and said," I swear that girl is as much of a boy as you are, Rogue. I can't even get her in a lovely dress for a second!"

My dad just chuckled and wrapped his arms around my mother while resting his chin on her shoulder and holding her stomach with one of his hands, whispering in her ear, "I hope the other one is just as bad as I am. He is going to be an amazing child."

My mom didn't get a chance to reply to him because I came running up. Slinging my arms around her in a hug, I covered her in mud, getting the front of her sky-blue dress a little wet. At my mom's disgusted face, my dad began to laugh. I love hearing him laugh; it's one of those laughs that come straight from the gut and vibrate the walls in a room. Pressing my ear to my mom's stomach, I close my eyes and listen to the heart and movements of my new baby sibling; I couldn't help but smile and relax, feeling my mom's hand on my head, I looked up to see her smiling with the most love anybody could ever ask for. My parents are the perfect couple. My mom is five-foot-four with beautiful white hair that goes to her waist. A few freckles sprinkled across her shoulders, cheeks, and nose, adding to her beauty. Her eyes are a distinctive blue color that is so light that it reminds me of a lovely clear sky. My dad is probably six-foot-seven with darkly tanned skin and wavy black hair. His eyes are green like grass. His build is like a grizzly bear on steroids. Yet, he acts like an overgrown teddy bear.

Later that night, my mom began to cook after forcing me to bathe and hours of telling me to put my frog outside. My dad kissed my mother goodbye, then walked into the living room, ruffled my hair, and whispered that I better keep the frog hidden, then he left to go hunting. I am sitting on the soft fluffy rug in the living room, secretly playing with my frog; my mom doesn't know I have Prince still, so I am trying to be silent. My mom is cooking some deer meat with okra, rice and gravy, and cornbread in the kitchen. I can faintly hear her singing while she is cooking. I'm playing with my frog when I hear it. A knock at the door. Immediately thinking it's Daddy, I go to open it only to be yanked back by my mother, whose senses are way better than mine. She suddenly yanks me into her arms and briskly walks down the hall. Putting me down, she drops to her knees and begins to attempt to get the screws undone.

The beating at the door is getting louder, more like an angry pounding. Right as the door came crashing down, my mom shoved me into the vent and secured it back in place. Peeking through the gaps, I watch as my mom is staring face to face with a man that completely towered my mom in height and build. He had golden blond hair, tan skin, a few scars, from what I could see. My mom, with her five-foot-four height and oversized belly, due to the baby, was standing in front of this man with her canines bared and claws elongated. I have never seen my mom so fierce-looking before, yet I still got scared for her and the baby. No matter how bad I wanted to run to my mom and try to protect her, I couldn't because she had told me to stay hidden. Soon there was broken furniture, blood, screams of pain, and all I could do was cover my ears and close my eyes, so I stayed silent. Each time there was a thud against the wall, I'd bite the insides of my cheeks to keep from making even the tiniest of sounds. The taste of blood filled my mouth as I just sat there while my mother fought to protect herself, the baby, and her weak child.

Jocelyn:

"Get back to the house. Now Rogue!" Jocelyn mind-linked her mate while trying not to overexert herself or risk losing her baby. Only to receive a deep scratch across her arm from the rogue wolf trying to kill her and her daughter. As her wolf, Lio, fought to heal Jocelyn's wounds and allow her to have enough strength to fight without hurting her unborn child.

Rogue:

Perking his head up from the spot where he was watching his prey, Rogue tensed his muscles after receiving the most nerve-rattling words from his mate. He didn't even think just began dodging roots, trees, bushes, even the occasional animal that he scared up from their hiding spots as he darted through the woods. He and his wolf, Raze, struggled to stay calm so they could make it to the house faster. Then he felt it. Like a silver dagger slicing across his chest, the string of fate torn. His mate link severed, forever broken. Freezing in place, he threw his head back, letting out the most sorrowful howl a wolf could let out. He delved for his link with his daughter to find that she is alive, or so he hoped. Picking up speed, he saw the house come into view. Noticing the door open and a figure laid out in the doorway, he ran faster while praying he wasn't too late. Then he spotted her. His Jocelyn. Dead in a pool of her blood. Even in death, she looked like a goddess. Feeling his heart hurt and his wolf howl in pain inside of him, he moved to scoop her in his arms.

Composing himself, he lifted his hand to move her hair from her face and placed the last kiss on her forehead. Standing up and turning to face the wolf that killed his mate and unborn child, he tackled the intruder. Right as the man went to claw him, their bodies connected, causing Rogue to get a cut across his eye by the man as he landed on the guy. Blinking away blood that stung his eye, he swung his fist, connecting it with his enemy's face making it look more deformed with each blow. Letting out an enraged yell, Rogue lets Raze take over, losing all control. Raze let out a sinister snarl, then latches his mouth on the intruder's throat, biting down so his canines sink into his esophagus and ripping it out. Now tasting the rogue's blood, his eyes dilated as he hears the last breath the man under him will ever take again. Once back in control, Rogue jumps off the corpse under him and moves to Jocelyn's lifeless body. His mate, wife, and best friend was dead, limp in his arms, without the sound of his baby's heart pumping in her stomach. Both of them were gone. Pulling her closer, he buried his face in her neck and cried, begging her to come back to him.

Fighting to compose himself from the worse pain he ever felt, he moved to find his daughter. His wife's scent was in the air, mixed with the faintest smell of fear and his little pup, Eva's scent. He followed the scent to the air vent while silently praying that she was still there. Dropping to his knees, he opens the vent and sees Evangeline, curled up with her eyes squeezed shut, knees to her chest, and ears covered with little tears trailing down her cheeks. The sight broke the remaining bits of his heart, and he wished he wouldn't have killed the intruder so quick. Moving back a little, he pulled his little girl out of the vent and against his chest, not wanting her to see the bodies of her mother and the intruder. Managing to stand up with his arms protectively around his daughter, he whispered while planting a kiss on the top of her head, "Don't open your eyes until Daddy says to. Okay, Ange?" He limps out of the house covered in blood and injuries that will leave scars and a heart riddled with grief, anger, protectiveness, and strength. Turning around once to say goodbye to his mate and the house they built together, he lit a match and set it on fire. Turning away from the house, they left, never to return to it again.

Evangeline:

My nightmare started with my mother and me picking flowers in the fields. She offered me a daisy while she stood beside me. I looked up at her to take the flower, only to see that she has rotting flesh like a zombie in The Walking Dead. I could even smell the stench of rotting flesh on her, making me work not to throw up as I struggled to stand so I could run away. The more I ran, the further into a forest I went, where I feel as if I am being chased by a dark creature lost to bloodlust. It is playing with me as a cat does with a mouse right before the mouse gets torn to shreds and eaten. I could feel its breath hitting my neck.

At one point, I even felt its claws graze my leg as I ran. I ran as fast as I could while trying to shift into my wolf form, but I couldn't connect to her. It was like Arrow wasn't a part of me anymore. Then I plummeted, falling into an abyss of nothing until I hit bottom. Landing into a sea of red. Slowly sitting up, I look around only to see that I was sitting in blood. It was everywhere, even dripping from the walls. The smell hit me, and I twisted my body, throwing up. Once done, I wiped my mouth and covered my nose before I could get queasy again while I used my free hand to push myself off the floor. Out of nowhere, a hand grabs my ankle making me look down at it, only to notice it is a man's hand: it was huge, with each finger tipped with elongated black claws. Then another hand popped up. Slowly a body begins to rise. I start to see his head. Its eyes are hollowed out, the mouth is decayed, so all you could see was bone and teeth, and skin was slowly falling away from other parts of him. He looks like a zombie fighting to pull its decaying body up from the water of a lake. I kick my foot out and break free, stepping back as the corpse of this monster crawls towards me. The sight strikes me with so much fear that I jolt awake, breathless.

Panting for breath, I look around my dull colored room that is barely lit by the Christmas lights that were strung up. Letting out a little sigh of relief, I swing my feet out of bed and run my fingers through my hair while closing my eyes, trying to calm down completely. I stand to get ready for another long day of working in the fields with my father, Rogue Deveaux, after I calm down from my night in my version of hell. Wandering to my closet, I grab a change of clothes and lay them on my bed, then turn to walk to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I start by brushing my teeth and washing my face. I look in the mirror at the exact replica of my mother. Well, almost. My hair is white like hers but wavy like my father's, and it cascades down around my waist. My skin is as pale as a porcelain doll but not as untouched from blemishes as my mothers were because I have a crescent moon birthmark under my right eye. My eyes are a bit unique or weird. It depends on how you think. My right eye is blue, while my left is green with beautiful thick eyelashes and high cheekbones. Then there are my lips. My bottom lip was full, while my top lip wasn't as full.

Shaking my head hard, I pull my hair into a bun then stepped in the shower. Letting the hot water relax my muscles. I reach for the body wash and realize that Arrow hasn't talked to me today, so I decide to mind-link her, "Arrow, wake up your lazy ass. It's another day to work." I could feel her stirring inside of me as she reluctantly wakes up, which makes a massive wave of relief wash through my body. I lather up my loofa after pouring some body wash on it, so suds are dripping between my fingers, and begin washing my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I relax a little more while trying to make it a quick shower. I was rinsing my body off. Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, I grab my towel and wrap it tightly around my body, so it doesn't fall.

Making my way into the bedroom, I hear an annoying little tapping sound that makes me walk to the window and open it. Peering out, I find my best friend, Damien LeBlanc, standing outside my window with tiny pebbles in his left hand and one in the other. Tossing it up, as if he was about to chuck it towards me, he then catches it while it falls back down. He is about 6 feet in height. He has a build that hides his strength and makes him look faster than he actually is. His hair was nearly as red as fire, which compliments his freckles and his dreamy pale green eyes, with a skin tone that has a red-looking tint to it. So, he looks like he is blushing all the time.

Right as he draws his arm back to throw the pebble, I yell, "Hey ass hat! Break my window, and I'll rip you a new one!" Trying to hold back a smile, I lowered the rope we hid from my dad and watched as he climbed up the rope.

Once up the rope, he struggles to breathe while trying to drag his limbs through the window, making him look like the girl from The Ring crawling through the tv. Panting, Damien says through each exhale of breath, "I am so out of shape."

I watch in amusement as he walks to my bed and plops down before I ask him, "What's on the schedule for today?" I tilt my head slightly, then lean against the wall and wait on him to respond to my question.

He must've had a second burst of energy because he jumps up from my bed and strikes a pose that Superman does, causing me to chuckle a little. "I.." he begins, then sighs in defeat, "have no clue."

All I could do is nod while slowly bringing my hand up to cover my mouth so that I can hide a smile. Clearing my throat, I begin to state, "Well, we could always go help my dad. He is working in the fields. I need to get dressed first, though"

I open my closet door, so I can hide behind it to get dressed. I go to grab my clothes off the bed, and when I turn around, I feel a pillow connect with the back of my head. Swiftly I turn around again only to get another pillow to the face. I hear Damien laughing as the pillow falls. I can now see him wiping away tears of laughter, and suddenly the urge to wipe that smile off his face fills me with an idea. I take in a deep breath, throw my head back, and scream at the top of my lungs. When I was done, I looked back at my friend, who has gone pale with fear and repeatedly says he is sorry while frantically trying to find a hiding spot. I am choking on my own laughter while watching my cowardly bean pole try to squeeze his body under my bed that has too much clutter under it. My dad suddenly comes busting into my room, half shifted, growling, and ready to kill whoever hurt me, only to find Damien half under my bed.

Rogue:

While working in the fields, I heard the most blood-curdling yell ever. It sounded like it came from the direction of my house. The yell kind of sounds like Eva. Once the realization sinks in, I throw down the hoe and start running through the fields while listening to my wolf chew me out for leaving her unguarded. Ever since our mate and unborn child died, my wolf has been twice as protective over Eva. Jumping over our little wooden fence and skipping over all the steps, I burst through the front door and begin running upstairs, skipping two to three of them at a time. Once at her door, I don't even think to knock; I just bust open the door and prepare for a fight.

Freezing a little, I look at my daughter, then slowly, my eyes roam around her room for the intruder. Locking my eyes on the feet under the bed, I let out a loud growl, stomp to the bed, then grab the intruders calve and yank back. Coming face to face with Damien. Letting him go and standing back up straight, I watch as he scrambles to his feet in fear. I point to my daughter and growl, "Clothes. Now. Go." Then turn back look at Damien, and my eyes dilate as I continue, "Out of the room and into the living room." Without another word, I walk out of the room while dragging the young man with me, slamming the bedroom door shut.

Evangeline:

As soon as the door shuts, I begin laughing uncontrollably because I know I will forever remember the look of fear on my poor friend's face as my Dad yanked him out from under my bed. It was beautiful! His eyes were the size of saucers, his nails digging into my floorboards, and he just stared in utter horror at me, like he wanted me to save him. Letting out a sigh of happiness from the memory, I begin getting dressed by putting my bra and panties on. after that, I move towards my bed to grab my clothes that are laid out. The outfit consisted of an aqua and black flannel shirt, ripped jeans, and my combat boots. Once dressed, I look at the only ribbon I own, debating on wearing it but decide against it because I don't want to lose it. The ribbon my mother put on me that day, and I don't usually go anywhere without it. Yes, even at the age of twenty-three, I still have the pink ribbon. It is a grim reminder of everything that I lost that day. I shake the thoughts out of my head. I pull on boots then walk to the door. After opening the door and poking my head out, I can hear my dad chewing poor Damien out still.

I should probably help him.

As I am walking down the stairs, I hear Arrow say, "You know, you and Damien should ask dear old daddy bear if the both of you could go to that famous coffee shop in town."

Hearing this, I roll my eyes and reply, "Yea, as he'd go for that. How do you expect me to ask to go to the coffee shop? Be like, "Hey, Daddy. I have meant to ask if Damien and I could go to that coffee shop in town?"" That would totally work, not!"

Making it down the stairs, I see my Dad looking at me with fire in his eyes. I couldn't help but think, "What did I do this time?" As my dad pulls me outside and begins to yell, "What were you thinking quietly? The window, really Eva?!? What if he would have fallen? He would have been hurt. Or worse! You have to remember that he is not like us, Evangeline. He could easily have been killed!"

Groaning in frustration, I say," Just because he is human doesn't mean that he would have gotten hurt. Besides, I would have caught him." Yes, Damien is human. No, rogue wolves don't care if they mingle with humans. We aren't supposed to tell them about what we are. But Damien saw me shift one day while he was roaming the woods. This was when we were in High School. My dad found out about the accident, and he said that he was either going to kill him or force us to move again. I ended up not liking either of the ideas, so I asked him if Damien could always live with us. My dad didn't like the idea of a hormonal teen under the same roof as his teenage daughter, so he built Damien his own little house. It was placed on the back half of our property and fully furnished.

The look on my dad's face makes me take a step back and look down because I don't want him knowing that I am unhappy with him treating me like a child. I mean, my birthday is coming up, I will be twenty-four. I should be treated like an adult. It's like ever since that horrible day. My dad has been treating me like a child because he is scared that he will lose me. I am getting tired of it. I won't tell him that because I am the only reason he is still living. It is a known fact that mated wolves that lose their mate usually die the same night or the day after their mates die. Because their soul is tethered to their significant others, their soul will be ripped in half. The pain is said to be so painful that they rarely survive it. The same goes for your wolf. But my dad had to fight always to survive. Struggling daily just to make it through the next day, all because of me, and I don't want to rip that away from him. Ever. There are some cases where a mate will survive, but they would become crazed if they don't have a reason to stay sane. So, I guess you could say that I am the reason why my dad isn't a crazy loon. That is very comforting.

After everything was settled and everybody had breakfast, we begin to walk to the field so we can start working. Damien picks up my dad's hoe and starts to work on a row ahead of us. I grab the seeds that we plan on planting while my dad holds onto the shovel and begins to dig a hole. I drop a seed then cover it with dirt. Finally, after multiple breaks, minor injuries, and little fights about what to plant, we managed to get two rows done. We moved from the greens to the potato eyes that I had to cut off of rotting potatoes. That wasn't fun to do because I ended up cutting my fingers many times before finishing. Damien begins to whine that his hands hurt while we are in the middle of the first row of potato eyes.

I walk to him and ask, "Can I see your hands?" He gladly holds them out because he knows that it means he won't have to work anymore since he is injured. Inspecting his hands, I see that they are covered in blisters. Some of them have even busted already. Letting out a sigh, I hand him the potato eyes, crushing his hopes of getting out of the work. I take the hoe from him, then start to work on the row while my dad digs a hole behind me, and Damien drops an eye with the little green part poking up then covers it. We repeated the process for three rows and decided to make the last four rows of beans.

By the time all of the seeds were planted, each of us was panting on the ground. Just lying there. Damien is smacking mosquitos right and left. Dad's face is red because of the heat we had today and was staring at the sky. The sun begins to fade from the sky, making the sky look a beautiful combination of orange, yellow, purple, and pale blue. I always liked this time of the day. Just knowing that the sun will recede only to let the beauty of the night shine. The time our wolves loved to play, to hunt, and howl at the moon as the stars twinkled in the stars. It was as if they were speaking back to the howls of the wolves.