Destiny of the Rogue

The air in the rejection room was thick with tension. Every eye in the Shadow Woods pack was on you, Sybil Black. Your palms were sweaty, your head spinning, your mind a whirlwind of questions. Across from you stood Alpha Sebastian David, his pale green eyes staring back.
"Well?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the silence. "Are you going to accept, or be pathetic?"
The watchers gasped. The beast within you clawed to escape, to claim him, but you choked back a sob.
"I-I," you stammered, raising a hand to your mouth as tears streamed down your face. "I accept your-your rejection."
A searing pain split your heart in two. The pain of rejection, a pain you'd only ever heard about, ignited within you.
"Then I hereby deem you, Sybil Black, as rogue."
