The Rouge Queen

Chapter 2

As we ran deeper into the forest their stood our pack. I know what you’re wondering.

‘How can you have a pack if you’re a rouge?’

Well let me answer that non-existent question of yours.

Yes, we’re all rouges. Some banished unjustified others were just complete ass holes. Me, however. I never had the chance to be in a pack. So, when I first turned into a wolf, I declared that I would help our kind. Even if the snobby pack wolves wouldn’t. I became their leader, their friend. But most importantly I became their Queen. The Queen of the rouges.

I shifted back in my human form. I was still dressed in clothes. I guess that’s one of the perks of being a white wolf.

I walked over to a large rock and stood on top as I looked down at my pack.

I cleared mt throat before I started.

“Hello, my fellow pack members.” I said as I looked over all of them.

“Today I have a treat for you.” After that the crowd started cheering. Knowing that when I declare to give them something they’ll like, they know I never disappoint.

“I know it’s been a while since we’ve taken down a pack. Or even attacked a pack. So, I’ve decided why not give you a pack worthy for you.” I shouted, as to hoping they’ll all hear. To my guess from their whistles and cheering. I have a feeling they did hear.

“By the next full moon, we will attack once again my family. But now just any pack. Oh, no. For you only the best is given.” I said as I smile over the pack before me. “By the next full moon, we will attack the ‘Royal Blood Pack.” And just like that everyone shouted and cheered with joy. Knowing this was going to be something worth waiting for.

As I walked away from the rock, to leave my pack of rouges to them cheerful selves. My beta came to me, Justin.

“Are you sure this is a good idea Adira? The ‘Royal Blood Pack’ is not just the pack wolves King but the rouges too.” He informed with doubt dripping in he’s tone.

“You doubt my leadership brother? That mutt is no King of ours. Once they became rouge, I became their Queen. I’m the only leader they will look up too. And as my second in command I demand more respect and less doubt.” I replied agitated. This isn’t the first time Justin has doubted my strength. And I don’t know why I have to keep proving my power to him if he’s going to keep acting like a worried child.

Justin just nodded he’s head in respect as he walked off.

I looked back over the pack of rouges that laid in front of me as a sweet smirk formed on my lips. No King will rule over them, nor me.

As I made my way back to my foster home, I told Justin the plan. I told him to start the arrangements so everyone was ready, and that I would be back by the weekend to check up on my pack and see if the need any improvements before we left for war.

“Look who finally chose to show up.” Linda, the foster parent that looked after me any many other teenagers as well.

“You said 11, I’m here.” I shrugged as I made my way to the kitchen.

“We agreed on 10:30.” She replied in a scolding tone. Which had no affect on me seeing that I was a Queen of wild wolves.

“Patito, potato.” I replied as I stuck my head into the fridge.

“It’s tamato, tomato.” She corrected as she went to sit in a chair.

I rolled my eyes as I grab numerous things and put them in the bench.

“Please tell me you’re not going to eat all that?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Matter of fact, I am.” As I started digging into the cold food.

“You’re a young woman, would it hurt to act like one once in a while?” Linda asked as her face scrunched up in disgust at my eating.

“Actually, it would. I wouldn’t want to diagnose for bipolar because you told me to change how I act.”

Linda rolled her eyes before getting up from her seat and walking over to her room.

I shrugged before I continued with my feast.

~The next day~

I woke up to Corey, one of the other teenagers who lived here. He was in my room going through my s**t. Oh, hell no!

“And what the f**k do you think you’re doing?” I questioned as I approached him.

“Just trying to find something to give to my girlfriend.” He replied with a bored tone. Did this dumb cunt have a death wish?

“As sweet and unbelievable as that sounds. Why can’t you just buy her something instead of stealing my things.” I asked with anger booming in my tone.

“Because I’m broke, and you are hardly here to notice your s**t going missing.”

I got angry from he’s pathetic excuse to steal my things. But my anger just grew a d**k when I saw that he grabbed a necklace. My mother’s necklace that I inherited after her death.

He was going to walk away, but not until I stood in front of him with my arms crossed and blocking the door way.

“Put my s**t back before I give that bruised cheek a matching nose bleed.” To be honest I gave him that bruise when he told me that all girls were weak and fragile, and that’s why my mother died.

I got pissed at he’s assumptions, so I hit the chubby f**k.

“You got an easy shot last time, b***h. Now move out of the way. I’ve got a relationship to go to, unlike you.”

“Not for long.” I smirked evilly as I watched him with my necklace in, he’s right hand.

“And what the f**k is that suppose mean? A threat?” I looked him up and down, taking all the fat and ego he has before opening my mouth.

“It’s hard to get a chubby f**k like you to get a girlfriend, but an ugly chubby f**k with sores all over he’s face. Now that’s impossible.” I said with a wide grin.

“You’re going to regret that.” He warned as he swung a hit at me. I quickly dodged it, not surprising since I’m werewolf.

I quickly grabbed he’s right arm and twisted it behind he’s back, while grabbing the necklace back.

“See it wasn’t that hard now was it?” I asked mockingly as I let go of, he’s arm. He looked at me before trying to swing another hit. Like before I dodged it and grab him by, he’s throat. Have you ever seen something so funny you wanted to crack up laughing but couldn’t? Well that’s what I was feeling right now.

I thought watching pranks on YouTube was funny, but now seeing a dangling fat cunt gasping for air, while he’s legs squirmed around trying to find the floor. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Awe how did you know my favourite colour was blue?” I said mockingly as I watched he’s face turn blue.

I chuckled a bit more before letting the fat f**k go.

“Next time I see you in my room, I’m going to make you turn purple, got it!” I yelled at him. Which just made him more afraid. As he ran out of my room, I couldn’t help but laugh. Why does he always pick a fight if he knows he’ll never win?

I put my necklace back in my closet. Then I got dressed and started on some planning for the attack on the ‘Royal Blood Pack’.

To say I was eager for the day to come was an understatement. I wanted nothing more but to see the expression on that mutt’s face as he sees that rouges are stronger then he gives credit for.

After we take over the ‘Royal Blood Pack’ I will make everyone equal. No one will have titles after out war. No one will be banished from the pack, no one will ever be a rouge again. We will be one!

But I have more planning before that can come to a reality.