Rouge's Fate

The relentless rain poured down as your feet pounded on the wet soil. You ran, lightning flashing across the sky, illuminating the forest around you. Forest Moon scouts were on your trail, relentless in their pursuit. Nine years of being a rouge had taught you to be fast, agile, and constantly aware.

You dove behind a thick tree, hoping to lose them. You overheard their conversation – they had lost your scent in the rain. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. You were starving, your ribs showing, a constant reminder of your precarious existence.

Pushing north towards the border, a click echoed through the trees. "Don't move rouge," a deep, disgusted voice commanded. It was the Alpha of the Forest Moon pack. Instinctively, you backed away, then bowed your head in submission. He ordered his warriors to grab you. Seeing a small opening, you bolted, crossing the border just as a loud bang rang out. Pain exploded in your back leg. A silver bullet. You yelped, falling to the ground. The Alpha left you to die, dragging yourself under a tree, you shifted back to human, pulling the bullet out. Dizziness clouded your vision. Just before blacking out, you saw a masculine figure standing over you.