Weeks went by and the training started. I was surprised that the Red moon pack had accepted so many rouges. If my father was still alive, he would never have let this happen. I smiled, rouges in this pack? Over his dead body, like he always said. He would hate this pack now, and Murray sitting in the Alpha's chair. It seems that every tradition and value that this pack holds high are now gone with him. I had so many mixed feelings. Before I went rouge no one ever asked me what I wanted. Everyone including my father just assumed what I needed to do. Now looking back, I was like an animal stuck inside a cage. A fancy one, but still a cage.
Family, honor, history, and our legacy were those values that my father held higher than anything. I knew that there were rumors that he rejected my mo
