COVER ART: T.R Durant Copyright © Theresa Trinidad Please note this story is best read in scroll mode, not flip. Please adjust your settings when reading this book, as it tends to get cut off. She ran away from her mate, away from everything that was supposed to be good. Having a mate was supposed to be cherished and that was not her experience. She wandered in the forest, trying to find the river. She knew that rogues were often killed, especially if they trespass onto territory that does not belong to them. She finally found the river, eager to wash up. She finished and dressed in the spare outfit she packed. She brought the dirty ones into the river and began to scrub them. The clothes looked worn and dirty. She hated wearing dirty clothes, but there wasn't much she could do about that. Once she was done, she laid them out to dry. She relaxed for a bit, she was pretty sure she was on the unclaimed lands. If only she paid attention during the meetings. A while later, she decided to eat some of what she had left. She pulled out a sandwich and a granola bar. She decided to eat the granola en route to the human town. She began to munch on her sandwich, when suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise. She wasn't alone anymore. "What do you think you're doing?" a deep male voice growled.