The Rogue Luna

(( Isabella’s POV. )) Being a rogue she-wolf was painful, loansom, and always being on edge not knowing when you’re about to be attacked by other wolves filling their bloodlust. Surviving over several months is what I learned, breathed, and ate when I could. Nowadays when it comes to eating remotely anything is the only thing I would close to finding was scraps that came my way since most areas were very territorial that was claimed by other packs.  No pack is ever welcoming to when it comes to rogue wolves like me, but I wasn't a rogue by choice. One moment I was happy, enjoying the time I always spent with my pack members, basking in their precense. Even though my pack was small overall we were a very tight close family. I was their Alpha who hasn’t encountered her mate yet. One day I knew I would meet my mate and we would help combine making both our packs grow, learn, adapt, but it only took a second to be slaughtered by thieving rogue wolves that only cared about how much blood they could shed. Showing no kind of remorse of a family or a child who barely could fend for itself. I knew I shouldn’t have left my pack untended that day. I had a meeting with one of the well-rounded pack the Alpha who ran that one was named Xavier leader of the Nightshade pack.  This feeling I had wouldn’t go away made me look very concerned and hardly pay attention to the meeting at hand until Xavier finally pulled me out of my train of thought, “Isabella, Isabella!” I looked up at him and snapped out whatever daze I was in, “huh? Oh, sorry alpha..I..I just got a huge overwhelming feeling..” the feeling i felt only grew more, so i immediately got up and excused myself from the pack meeting, “Sorry, to cut this short alpha but i must go..” and before i gave anyone the chance to speak or let alone stop me because this feeling kept prickling at my heart and wouldn’t stop nagging at it, so i ran hard I knew my wolf felt this horrible sensation, the wave of death..hit me hard of the pack i once knew blood everywhere i looked. My knees hit the ground hard as I cried seeing, smelling blood, and I didn't feel any of my pack members. I felt this huge hole in my heart grow, but my wolf encouraged me to try to find any survivors. I pushed myself back up and I searched and continued searching screaming to hear any type of response, but I wasn't getting any type of response.