SkyKar has never met her parents. She is what they call a rogue in the werewolf world. A rogue is a werewolf with no family or clan or pack, so for her she was always alone. She looks up at him and she doesn't understand why doesn't he reject her? She has nothing. "Rogue, what is your name?" His golden eye's stared at her. His red curly hair flowing in the wind. His tan muscles glistening in the sun. "Well, I don't have to tell, Red, because I reject you." "You can't reject me with out knowing my name, little one."