EPISODE 7
The rogue wolf circled me slowly, his sharp eyes studying every inch of my form. My muscle: tensed as I tracked its every movement, my heart hammering inside my chest. He moved with deliberate ease, head tilting slightly as if trying to make sense of my presence. The air was thick with unease, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious.
Then, more of them appeared.
One by one, silent figures emerged from the shadows of the forest, their gazes settling on me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. My breath hitched as I took a step back, my minc racing.
I had known about rogue wolves in books before. They are said to be lawless, dangerous, and unbound by the rules of any pack. Their inability to settle in a territory made them wilder and unafraid.
“She has no scent,” one of them muttered, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
The first rogue’s eyes narrowed, realization flashing across his face. “She took a scent–erasing herb.” His tone carried something akin to amusement, as though the puzzle had just clicked intc
place.
I swallowed hard. He was right. Without my scent, they wouldn’t be able to tell where I came from or who I belonged to. That had been the point, to erase every trace of my past, to escape without leaving a trail.
But now, it only made me stand out.
The rogue stepped closer. I reacted instantly, my hand flying to my belt, pulling out a small bu sharp blade I had taken before leaving Amethyst. My grip tightened around the hilt as I raised it between us in warning.
“Stay back.” My voice came out steadier than I expected.
A chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest. “And what exactly do you plan to do with that?‘ He cocked his head, amusement dancing in his silver eyes. “You look like a cornered pup.”
Another rogue scoffed. “Poor thing must be running from something nasty if she’s desperate enough to take that herb.”
“I don’t need your pity,” I bit out, glaring at them.
The first rogue smirked. “Oh, don’t worry. We don’t waste our energy on pity.”
The other rogues didn’t seem particularly interested in me, though. They weren’t here to attack nor did they seem hungry for a fight. They simply watched, their expressions unreadable.
One of them sniffed the air, his brows furrowing. “She’s bleeding.”
A different kind of tension settled over the group. The first rogue inhaled, catching the faint but undeniable scent of blood clinging to me. I stiffened, instinctively wrapping an arm around my abdomen as if to shield myself.
“She’s not injured,” another rogue noted. His tone was detached, observant. “That’s not fresh blood.”
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A realization dawned over them, unspoken but understood. The scent of blood wasn’t from any battle wound. It was the kind often linked to childbirth… or a miscarriage.
I felt my stomach turn at the implication.
My grip on the blade tightened. “It’s none of your business,” I snapped, the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on me like a stone.
The rogue leader studied me for a long moment before letting out a low hum.
“You’re right,” he said easily, turning away as if I were of no further interest. “Not our concern.”
I watched in stunned silence as they began to retreat, their attention already shifting elsewhere. They had lost interest. Just like that, they were leaving. I should have been relieved, but instead, I felt a strange sense of unease.
“Wait.” The word slipped out before I could stop myself.
The rogue leader turned back to me, brow raised. “What?”
I hesitated, shifting my weight from foot to foot. “Where are you going?”
He smirked. “Home.”
The word sat heavy between us. Home. A concept that shouldn’t be coming from a rouge wolf. Yet, his words felt more true than mine. I also had a home before, but now it didn’t matter.
“If you’re homeless now,” the rogue continued, his gaze flickering over me with mild amusement, “you can follow us. If you can keep up.”
“Why would you offer that?” I asked warily.
A dark chuckle escaped his lips. “Who said it was an offer? You’ll either keep up, or you’ll be left behind. Simple as that.”
A different rogue, a lanky one with dark hair, shrugged. “It’s more than most get.”
He didn’t wait for a response before turning away again, the others moving with him.
I hesitated. My mind screamed at me not to trust them, to turn and run in the opposite direction. But where would I go? I had no destination, no plan, no safety. I burned every bridge behind me.
What did I have left to lose?
I took a deep breath and, with one last glance at the darkened forest behind me, I stepped forward. And then another. Until my feet carried me after them, disappearing into the night.
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