JASMINE
I was around eight years old and dad and I were making our annual visit to the sacred temple of the wolf goddess, Selene, when those things attacked us. Dad was a devout believer, I, not so much at the time. I was more interested in being a girl and doing things other girls my age did but he always let me know that I was different.
He told me that growing up as a rogue, things like religion and a higher calling were foreign to him and I should be grateful that I get to read the great scrolls of the goddess and offer offerings to her.
He would always say that rogues had only one religion, their brutal survival instincts, which made wolves that belonged to a pack regard them as feral and unhinged even though they were pretty much the same as every other wolf, only driven crazy by
