The Rogue's Mate (Werewolf Story)

Chapter 2: Born This Way

Benjamin

I wasn't born for this.

My name is Benjamin Livingstone. I am almost 18 years old and currently attend high school as a senior. I live in a small town in the South with my parents and younger sister.

But it wasn't always like this.

A couple years ago, my older brother Drew went on a hunting trip with some of his friends. It was a normal day occurrence since we're werewolves and we like to go on runs in our wolf forms.

My brother trained with our pack warriors since he was 12. He knew how to defend himself well and so did his friends.

On this fateful day, they ran in with a bunch of rogues - werewolves without a pack, wild bunch with no respect for other lives, ranks or any sort of code.

They spend most of their time in wolf form, which eventually leads them to go feral, that is when the wolf takes over your consciousness and you lose any contact with your humanity.

Apparently, on that day, my brother wanted to demonstrate his superior capabilities to his friends. He liked to brag, my brother.

As the eldest son of the Alpha of our pack, my brother had been groomed from birth for this position. He was do to succeed our father once he turned 18 and become the new Alpha.

His friends watched as my very skilled brother fought off two rogues that day. He was large and in charge, taking on two at the same time without much difficulty.

His friends were so busy watching and having fun that no one realized they weren't alone. Rogues have a way of disguising their scent since they spend so much time in the jungle.

The dirt masks it.

Suddenly, three other wolves showed up at their encounter. One of them went straight for my brother, who already had its paws full fighting two wolves.

With his two friends fighting as well, my brother couldn't fend off 3 at the same time. In fact, the surprise attack hit him right on his neck. Drew was killed, though not before claiming two lives.

His friends, fortunately, were able to kill the rest of the rogues. But this event caused havoc not only on my family but our entire pack.

My parents - especially my dad - were utterly destroyed by his death.

Drew was the golden child. Strong, confident, smart, skilled, charismatic. Girls fought for him. Boys wanted to be his friend.

He was everything for everyone. A natural born leader. The once and future Alpha.

But to me he was just my big brother.

The person who protected me from being bullied. The one who I used to turn to when dad got on my case. The first person of my family I came out to.

He just hugged me and told me he loved me just the same. For a macho Alpha type, he was pretty open minded. But that's my brother for you. The perfect successor for my dad's position.

Now, he's stuck with me.

Not the warrior type.

Not popular.

Not brave.

And definitely not straight.

There goes any chance of the pack having a female Luna like my mom. Though theoretically I could be paired with a girl.

As a werewolf, when we turn 18 our soulmate is revealed to us by the Moon Goddess, the deity supposedly responsible for the creation of our kind.

This soulmate can be a person of any gender, shape or form. They can even be human.