Mated to moonboun
That night, during my episodes engineered by a disease I had no control over, I sensed something happening in the woods. I should be grateful for this condition because if there was anything it was good for was heightening my senses and abilities that outmatched every other wolf in the pack. Adding to my incredible genes when the effects of my disease took over, I was a force to reckon with and that's why everyone always took steps to protect themselves from me because they knew what I could do. So when the moon came and my madness began, I ran fast as lightning through the words stopping only after I had sensed something ominous.
I traced it, picking up the scent. I was not surprised to see that it was the rogue wolves at work again. The rogues had many chances to join our pack and our cause but they turned it down time and again till the lycan kings stopped trying. I could remember getting this lesson long ago and I thought that by the time I became king, I would resume what my fathers and predecessors had abandoned, I wanted to bring peace to my pack. However, it was not long for me to change my view as I saw proof of the true nature of these rogues night after night. My first physical encounter was the last straw for me to tag them as enemies of the pack as my ancestors have done.
These rogues, although they might look like us and have super abilities like we do, are nothing like any member of our pack. We have chosen to forgo some of our many primitive ways, deciding to stand together rather than fall at our own hands. We began a civilization, a country, a home where we can all protect each other in trust and unity but the rogues stand against everything that we are, choosing rather to attack and live like mindless animals than to live in peace. But their disagreement and disapproval is the least that we have to fear from them but their thirst for our flesh and the pleasure of our females.
