Riley
The following morning, my eyes catch movement in a dark alley as I walk to school. I take this route every day, and it's usually safe and filled with humans. People get their baked goods on the way or coffee, but when I snap my head in the direction of the sound, I spot a rogue.
My skin crawls as the werewolf glares at me with saliva dripping down from its mouth. It's large, brown, and obviously out of control, which sooner or later happens if you're without a pack for too long.
I carry on and ignore the wolf. It doesn't follow me, but even as I leave it in the alley, I can't help but feel like there have been a lot of rogues lately. Is something happening?
The rogue stays on my mind during the entire morning as I get to my classes and try to ignore the popular girls la
