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Notes Italics= Thoughts
Rouge POV
I am walking through Magnolia by myself not even a shadow to keep me company. The moon is full the stars are shining and yet no shadow of my own. I have no shadow because I am a shadow and a shadow can produce no light of its own.
As I pass an apartment on Strawberry Street on my way to the forest for the night I sniff the air and smell salt along with vanilla and strawberries; however I do not stop going home to my family or the closest thing I had to a family the Sabertooth werewolf pack that lives in Magnolia's forests. No one knows about us we live in their shadow and we need to keep it that way.
When I get to the edge of the forest I walk in until I am completely covered by the trees and I shift into my wolf and run. My wolf self is lean with a solid black, long-haired coat and crimson eyes. As I ran I listened to the forest, the crickets were most noticeable but I could also hear the stream nearby and owls, they were the only wildlife of note at night. Night is the only time of peace for me, there are no voices interrupting my train of thought.
I continue walking to my den for the night but stop to sniff the air one last time for no particular reason. Again I find the scent of strawberries and vanilla it's just barely there but it is, how long has this been going on, for someone to come all the way out here for any reason it must have been awful These are my thoughts as I go to sleep. That is the thought that changed my life forever.
A/N: The first chapter of my second story is done. Wolves of Fiore is NOT on hiatus it'll be updated next I just needed to break things up a bit. Review
