My Stolen LIfe

Funny story about happy endings is you think everyone gets one. Thanks fairy tales! I am Roxy and my life is some what the same as others, but with a twist. I am the packs personal rouge. Funny huh! Why would a pack have a rouge? Beats me. My eyes and scent are not of a rouge, but of my own. The woman who raised me as her own used to tell me I was meant for greatness and never let no one tell me different, they loved me like their own pup. That is most likely what got them killed, a truly sad day in my eyes. Well let me start from where death knocked on their door.  We were sitting in the cozy living room joking and having a good family night the heat out of the room was from the love we had for each other. When the door was flown open by none other then the Alpha, his eyes drilling straight at me pitch black I can feel the anger roll off him, but my mom scoops me up and rushes me to my room. From my room without using super wolf hearing I only remember snips of their talk. “Alpha! What a surprise…….” Glad you’re here.” “Mike! Are you for real? …… Fathers best beta…… And you really raised it as a child!...... Loving it Mike!....” “She is our child! Your father let us raise her as we please since we found her! ….. I ask to respect how we handle our daughter!” “SHE ISNT YOURS! SHE IS A THING! A ROUGE!” “Please keep your voice down in my home. She is a child! Our child! …… and if she cannot be treated like my beta daughter then…… And then we will leave, on the next new moon (a month).” “Mike. Your talking insane that thing has a spell on you!” “spell or not she is 13 years old. For 13 years I have raised that pup as my own with my wife and son. So, her so called spell is what I call love for my pups!”  “Mike, ill let you know my choice since your son is my beta.” “Thank you Alpha.” As tears ran down my face, I strained to hear what else was being said. “snoopy little girl!” “Jr!” “you going to give your brother a hug or make me stand here?”  them hugs were always the greatest, Jr stood 6foot and he was the youngest beta in the family, and he was strong. Father always trained us hard to fight as soon as we could walk, beta children never should never feel weak and protect the pack for the Alpha. “Jr am I only a thing and not your real sister?” “snoopy! You should not listen on grownup talks! But you are my sister, wait till Alpha leaves then we will talk”