The Gift chronicles

 I woke up at 4 am, same as every day.

it was the prime time to sneak out of my pack's borders.

exit the territory through a patch of forest that the guards do not guard at 4:30 a.m.

I know that they don't guard that piece of land because I am the pack Gamma, the one in charge of training the guards, and also happen to make the schedule of perimeter sweeps.

I pulled up the black mask up to right before my eyes opened, which effectively covered half of my face.

I drank a smoothie made of 4 raw eggs, kale, and wolfsbane.

building up my immunity by drinking a little bit of it each day.

being immune from the effects of wolfsbane was my little secret.

I chugged down the smoothie, grimacing at the acidic taste of the wolfsbane.

I could feel my wolf growling at me from inside in anger.

She is such a bitch.

I walk out of the territory, and deeper into the heavily rogue—populated forest.

When I first began sneaking out to kill rogues, I was ten years old.

Now, at age 18, the unclaimed land was less populated with rogues.

Many have heard rumors of a demon who comes in the early hours of the morning and kills rogues without a second glance.

Some are still brave enough to try to live here, because if they can remain undetected by me, they can live on a land with few other rogues, which would be ideal for them.

Rogues don't tend to like other rogues, and fighting for resources is often a source of conflict for them.

As I turn around to start walking back to my pack’s territory, I hear a branch break from about 1000 feet from my left.

My extremely acute sense of hearing never let me down.

I turned to my left, and without hesitating, flicked my wrist and summoned a dagger.

Ah yes.

Daggers were my weapon of choice.

I preferred the intimacy of killing someone up close.

I heard a yell of pain, and sprinted after my dagger.

Sure enough, 1000 feet away, a male about the age of 25 was withering in pain on the ground.

you do that for? Ill kill you, bitch!” He said, the dagger lodged in his left

was ripped out by the rogue, and one of ear was

knife than the one I launched, only about 3

held the knife in my hand in a fighting

motioned for him

wanted a fair fight, he could

kill him on the ground,

sword for him, and handed it

need weapons to

few feet back, and he got pulled the dagger out of his side, stood up, and held the sword out in front of

ever wielded one before, but based

swinging the sword directed

Bold move.

my foot out at his

his power towards swinging at my throat, so he went down

put my knee on top of his chest

taken down, but

of his chest, and

Ugh.

was sure to stain

I had to meet with the

a new set of the exact same

light the clothes soiled in blood with fire in my backyard,

to the Pack House, where the Alpha resided, and where I used to live until I

I was a

Gamma, Alpha Wilson took pity on me and let me live in the

only a few months younger than me named Sebastian, who would be taking over his father's role as Alpha when

step up and be the Alpha once

happen, but it's worth

the former Gamma when I was 13

year old girl beat a 30something year old Gamma, and it was the first time a girl had been

of my victory spread around not only our pack but other

of them, and no one

current Delta of our pack, John was plotting

few that had a problem with me being a

me for the position, but 5 years later, I still hadn't lost a

my pack and by others as "The

my black cloaked attire and the

reputation left me lonely, which

Pack House just in time for the

the other leaders were already waiting for me at the round table in the

all know, we have been having many of territory issues

resulting in a war within the next few months, unless they agree to a

for a war, I have decided to ask the Blood