The Rogue's Revenge (The Rogue MC series)

Chapter 2- Scotty

Scotty POV

The wind flew through my fur and the mud beneath my paws let me momentarily forget about the pain that tore through my pack. The confusion surrounding my mate. Letting my wolf take full control I felt free, as though all other emotions melted away.

My wolf had been a rogue for too long and in the pit of my stomach still yearned for the pack that it lost, finding a family had numbed the break and loss i had as a child. Yet since I found my mate, the cracks had formed and the pain i had managed to lock away seeped through as though home were calling for my return.

It's not the same as all the stories that romanticise being a Rogue. It's the crueliest of punishments to be banned and cast away.

Rogue's can become rogues through elimination of a pack or they were born that way. Yet that doesn't stop the pack wolves from being absolute d***s. The thought making my wolf snarl in disgust.

Wolves who commit horrific offenses normally get sentenced to death or imprisonment with their pack, only selfish packs banish them unwanting to deal with their own. Of course there are always those wolves who break from a pack and turn wild or feral. Those are the ones that still fear in the packs.

Feral Rogues. That's why pack wolves kill first and ask questions later.

I had learnt pretty quickly that my own story not unique in the wolf world.

They came when we were at peace. They came when we were happy and the pack thriving. My father a strong Alpha and my mother a kind Luna. It didn't matter that the pack was loyal to its Alpha and family.

Loyalty didn't protect them.

Love didn't sheild them.

Darkness came and killed them.

My mind wonders back to that day. The one that used to play in my dreams like a broken record.

I play it once again.

My mother had been mad at me. My father disappointed but I could never remember the reason. All I knew was that I had been naughty enough that day to be reprimanded then sent to my room but I had instantly noticed Gary my gecko had gone walkies. I made a decision that went against my parents.

A split second decision that saved my own life.

I climbed down the trellis under my second floor window. The same thing I had discovered I could do the year before when trying to escape my sister. That thought to this day always made me cringe now. I had wanted to play either my own friends without my annoying baby sister following me everywhere I go. Now I look back I wish I had those precious moments back. If I knew then what I knew now I would have treated her better. I would have insisted she come on every adventure. I would have snuck into her room and made her come with me.

I would have saved her.

Moving down the trellis what been a feat as it creaked and I had been afraid my mother would have caught me.

Gary needed me. The thought made me feel sick.

My family clearly had needed me more. Even as a young boy I chastised myself, me being there wouldn't have changed the outcome. Ian had once gripped into my arms and shock me, screaming the same thing. The guilt had almost consumed me. He had been right, of course. What could a young boy do that an Alpha couldn't to save his family?

For years I had wished that I stayed in the house and had met the same fate as my family. Even when I formed my own family, the loss ate at me. The pit in my stomach roared reminding me that the pain never went away.

So I ran.

I tried to out run the pain before, but my brothers always gave chase. They always pulled me out of the darkness and then eventually, I didn't want to leave them. They brought me happiness once again but that was fading.

Maybe this time I would suceed and just run the pain out of my system.

Hours flew by but I didn't stop. My wolf couldn't stop. The scenes from the battle played I'm my mind. The faces of wolves I had killed mocked me and the faces of those I lost called out to me. Begging me to help them. Even the whooshing sound of the wind didn't drown them out their pleas.

Eventually night fell and the dark sky should have slowed me down but my paws kept on pounding into the floor. Only when dawn had come and the sun started to blaze down in an intense heat did I stop by a stream and take in my surroundings.

The link to the Rogue MC weak so I had a feeling I had wondered further than ever before. At least I could use my mind link to let them know I am safe. I had felt the pressure of someone trying to communicate a few times. Probably either Kevin or Ian. The others knew to leave me alone. They had their own issues to deal with but my brothers who had found me and protected me since, would refuse to give me enough space for me to do something stupid.

Like travel hundreds of miles as a rogue and alone. My wolf snorted.

The sun now hitting its highest in the sky. Even the tree canapy that offered shade couldn't protect me from the stifling heat.

After a few moments I decided that I would wade through the stream to cool me off and following it down so I would eventually begin my loop back to the Rogue MC.

Back home to reality.

I had to face Zeke. I had to face my decision. Could I reject him or could I forgive him?

Still unsure what to do about my mate, I knew outrunning the decision wasn't as option. My family needed me. After a few moments I also though about whether I could see if I caught Jack's trail. In the midst of the aftermath when the battle had come to an end he had vanished.

I didn't blame him.

The youngest of the three Rogue brothers that had found me that day had lost something so precious in that battle I couldn't even comprehend his pain. Ian had convinced himself that he had gone to lick his wounds and would be back in a few days but even his own words held doubt. At least if I pick up his scent and follow him this run wouldn't have been a wasted trip.

A strange familiar scent caught my attention. It gave me a deja vu feeling and a sense of family. Tilting my snout towards the sky, I inhaled deeply. Checking my surroundings, I had walked out of the stream and had ventured deep into a wooded area. I had never been this far south before, me and my new brothers had avoided the south since they found me. If the pha who had killed my family found me, I would suffer the same fate and my brothers refused to let that happen.

The woods looked unfamiliar yet the scent held a memory. This wasn't my old home. I would have recognised it.

The scent grew stronger as my wolf kept moving. What was that scent, why couldnt i place it? It made my wolf feel at ease, even to the point I hunted for food without a care and strolled further away into the forest.

Another day had died as I wondered through the forest and the moon shone bright. I had promised I would loop back round and head home but the forest kept me ensared as I explored further.

A wave of calmness flowed over me and my wolf didn't want to leave.

A rustling noise made my fur stand on end as I crouched low. I knew I had been on borrowed time. No pack liked a rogue wolf sniffing around. Snapping of a twig made me turn suddenly as I tried to hide my large worlf form.

I knew it were too late.

A pair of glowing Amber eyes in the brush ahead fixed me in place. I stilled and stared back, unable to move. Unable to catch my breath. I had been caught off guard.

My run now becoming deadly. More scents filled the air as I realised I had vemtured onto pack lands.

I'm a rogue and the smells that now surrounded me were that of pack wolves. The ones that probably kill first and ask later. What had I been thinking wandering around a forest?

Right I wasn't thinking. I was wallowing in my own pain and pity party. I knew one thing for certain. I didn't want to die here. I didn't want my brothers searching for my dead body. Getting themselves into trouble. I didn't want my mate....

Howls echoed and my heart stopped.

Why didn't I just turn back when I had a chance? Why did I push my limit, always?

I flexed my muscles slowly angling my body away from the glowing eyes making sure I never turned my back. If the watchful eyes had spotted my movements it made no attempt to approach or stop me. Could it be that they feared me enough to let me leave? There only one way to find out.

I turned quickly and darted forward without slowing, I sprinted towards home.

Snarls erupted around me. Them not fearing me, the moment of stillness had just giving them time. I knew I had to be surrounded but I ran, darting in different directions to put them off my movements. My legs burning from the exertion but I knew if I slowed down they would get me.

I had always been fast but I hated this. I was born a predator but now as a rogue I felt like I would always be the prey.

Movements told me that they had given chase. I had only one chance.

One option.

I had to outrun them but I could feel them on my tail.

They were close.

Too close.

Snarls at my tail. Teeth nipping at my paws.

I can't die. Not now. My family needed me, I've been an i***t.

Zeke.

Shit. I had to survive, determination coursed through but it escaped suddenly along with the air from my lungs as I violently crashed to the ground. A wolf teeth snapping at my throat.

I had to get free....