Chapter 11 Depression

• ‘’What the heck happened?’’ Stephanie asks first, but then stopped herself. ‘’You know what? I’ll be right there!’’ She did not ask further questions and immediately ended the call. I stare at my phone, a small smile curling on my lips, feeling relieved that I had such good friends whom I could always turn to when my family, pack and mate have failed me.
• ‘I just have to be careful now.’ I survey the deep forest with my vigilance heightened to the highest. My identity now was that of a rogue.
• Rogues were werewolves with no pack. They survive on their own, and most of them resorted to raiding packs for their basic needs. An example was that incident that happened two years ago.