I've been on my own for a long time, but that's how I like it. My parents died when I was a month old so I don't remember much of them, I was found crying in my crib by human cops after a noise complaint. According to the reports they found my parents dead, slaughtered in the house looking like they were attacked by animals. I know now that it was a group of rogue wolves, why they didn't kill me I'm not sure but I will find out.
I'm Everleigh Scott, I'm eighteen and I'm a rogue.
I know what you're thinking, a rogue, that means your crazy and have no self control; you must kill everything you see, just like ones that killed your parents. Well that is not the case. I can't say that's the case for every rogue but I was raised by humans in an orphanage and thought I was one until I was about twelve when my wolf, Delilah, first spoke to me. At first I thought I was going mentally insane but the more we talked the more being a werewolf made sense. I've always had heightened senses which she told me would get stronger once I have shifted.
I first shifted when I turned sixteen, it was painful and felt like it lasted for an eternity but it was just one night. After that I left the orphanage and have been traveling around ever since. They bounced me around in foster homes when I was little and I ended up in Arizona after I turned ten, after leaving I have since migrated east toward where I was born according to my birth certificate.
Since most human towns fall under different wolf territories I try to stick to places in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes I still have to cut through the territories of some packs but as long as I don't make too big of a disturbance they leave me alone. Otherwise I have to run all the way through, especially if the packs are having border issues with one another, then they're watching every spot of territory like hawks. I've met a few other rogues in my travels but we mostly have a mutual respect of needing to survive that we will give each other heads up about these pack disputes and the ones that are unfriendly to border crossing.
I'm currently headed through a small town area in New York somewhere heading for the Catskill mountains, the mountains make good cover for us rogues because even if it's marked as someone's territory it's usually not patrolled often and there's plenty of wild game. When I'm in my human form like I am now I tend to look like a homeless person, but I am one so it makes sense I guess. I have my waist long dirty blonde hair pulled back into a bun with my baby hairs falling out. I decide to stop in this diner made out of an couple of old train cars. It's quaint and I don't smell anything but human scents at the moment, as for my scent I've found a few good tricks to mask it when needed. When I walked in and sat at one of the bar seats the waitress looked at me with shock like she had seen a ghost but I just assume it's based on my attire, a worn out army green T-shirt with stains and a pair of blue jeans I found at a Salvation Army. I don't have much money so I don't order as much food as I would like to. I just order a burger and fries with a soda, the burger was just to my liking rare but not too rare with all the fixings on top. As I'm eating I must have let my guard down because the door opens and I get a whiff of something I wish I hadn't….