The Rogue

At the age of 8, I woke up in a forest not knowing who I was or where I'm from. With me was a bag full of clothes, some money and a little piece of paper with my name and birthdate written on it. I was on my own since then.

At a very young age, I was forced to fend for myself and face reality all alone, without any recollection of what happened to me before I woke up. But now.. everything's about to change.

My name's Isobelle and this is my story.


5. Kiss of the Moon



Overhead, fireworks lit up the night sky, pouring streams of color in the air. It was the middle of October, and the town were celebrating some sort of traditionor so they've told me. I don't know the exact details, just that it's a tradition they do every October. There were a lot of people in town today. The smell of popcorn and cotton candy hung thick in the air making my stomach grumble. That reminds me, I haven't eaten since lunch.

"Hey guys, I'm going to grab some cheeseburger. You guys want anything?" Josh asked.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm starved." I told everyone else.

The others chorused a yes. Like me, they haven't eaten since lunch. Matt wasn't with us this time. He said he had some important matters to tend to.

Sienna, a girl about my age who constantly raids the fridge back at the pack house rolled her eyes, looking at me. "You're always hungry."

"You're one to talk," sticking out my tongue to her childishly.

Not wanting to wait another minute, I took a step forward towards the hamburger stand, but somebody snagged one of my belt loops to stop me. I raised my eyebrow in inquiry.

"Stay here. We'll go get you your cheeseburgers." Mason ordered. Them and their Alpha genes, how bossy. But I let it go since he was kind enough to offer. Carter also followed them to the stand with Cole right on his trail.

Judging by the size of the line, I'd say it will be a ten-minute wait before their turn to order. Sienna must have also realized this so she called out to the three, "We'll be  waiting by the fun house!"

The four of us girls didn't wait for them to answer. We pushed through the fringe of crowd, looking for the path to the fun house. But the walkways were too congested making it hard for us to navigate properly.

"Which way again?" I asked the three of them.


"Left." Sienna and Veronica said at the same time. And to think they come here often.

"Really guys? And to think we come here a lot." Liz shook her head. My point exactly! "Follow me, it's right this way."

We continued moving forward in a straight direction. Wait. So both directions they pointed were wrong? I chuckled at this.

"What are you laughing at Belle?" Sienna asked. "Yeah, what are you laughing at? You didn't know the way either!" Veronica added gas to the fire.

"At least I didn't try and guess leading us to the wrong way." Pointing out their earlier mistake. This seem to have shut them up.

The way to the fun house wasn't that confusing. We only turned right once when the walkway split in two. One way branching off towards the Ferris wheel and the water rides, the other leading to the fun house. Along the way, we passed the Roller coaster and the Sky wheel which extended 150 feet from the ground.

"How much farther?" Sienna asked.

"Just up ahead." Liz who was navigating through the crowd pointed towards a humongous grinning clown's head.

After a few more minutes, we arrived at the fun house entrance. A creepy looking clown's head looking down at the four of us. The people's noises were now replaced by a music-box kind of tune that was coming loudly from the fun house. I must have at least studied the surrounding booth and games a dozen times over when finally, I saw the three guys coming out from the crowd with Matt in tow. Each of them having two cheeseburgers on either hands except for Mason who had three.

How did Matt get here anyway?

"Here," Carter handed me my cheeseburger. I took the cheeseburger from his hand and started munching on it.


Wait, where did Matt go? He was just right behind them few second ago.

Out of nowhere, two hands covered my eyes. Matt.

"I know it's you, Mathew."

"Aw man. How did you find out?"

"I saw you came out with the two," shrugging my shoulders, taking another bite at my burger.

"You saw me? I was ninja!" He said as he performed what seemed to be a karate chop.

I gaped at him. How could he seriously ask me that question? "You're impossible to miss. You're one big fella." I assumed everybody agreed since they just listened to us bicker, others nodding their heads at the same time.



  After a few screams and my stomach hurting from laughing so hard, we got out of the fun house unscathed. Fortunately. With all those hallways that seem to stretch on forever and those dizzy-making striped walls, I had doubts that I might make it out there alive.

"That was..." I stopped, thinking of the perfect word to describe what I truly think.

Before I could even come up with a word, Nica continued. ".... stomach wrenching?" Nica's one of the few people whom I know to have a weak stomach. I've been around her enough to know that she's susceptible to puke at the site of something unpleasant.

"We better head home. They're probably worried about us with all the things happening around." Mason suggested. What did he mean by things happening around? I've never heard of this. Well, I guess I shouldn't wonder. I never hear them talk about anything outside of their meeting room, which I found out was the room at the other end of the third floor.

"But it's still early! I'm sure we could still do a few quick rides?" Matt whined. But Mason just gawked at him, not believing he just said that. Matt must have realized and asked us what time it is. I got my phone from my pocket and stared at it in disbelief. It was already 9 pm. If we want to get home before midnight then we should head back soon. The pack village is at least a two hour ride from Triste.

"It's already 9. Mason's right, we should head back soon." Cole answered him.

Everybody nodded their heads in agreement and started towards the only way out of the park. We left the car outside a restaurant just a block away so we can just walk our way back, through the dark alleys of Triste.

As we drew closer to the parking area, I I registered four dark silhouettes making their way towards us.


I noticed Mason stiffen beside me as the men drew nearer. They must be some from a rival pack. I wonder why Mason is so highly strung by their presence.

One buff guy who had the same height as Mason approached us. Well, me in particular. He tipped my chin up and looked at me with those piercing eyes.

"What's your name?" He asked in a cold calm voice.

I pulled free and rubbed my chin resentfully. "What makes you think I'll answer you?" I said bitterly.

"Leave her alone, Luke." Mason warned, his voice cold and cutting. "Matt, take Isobelle with you and head back first. I'll be right behind." Mason ordered his brother.

"No, I'm staying," he said, his voice dangerously low. I've never seen him get flustered like this. He had always been so funny and aloof that I don't recognize this other side of Matt.

"We'll take her. The four of us will go on ahead." Mason nodded, letting Liz know that he heard what she said.

Looking at the rest of the girls, I sometimes wonder who really is older one. Liz is younger than me by one full moon and Nica turned eighteen three full moons passed. But the way they act and handle themselves, it's kind of the opposite. It must be because Liz is the youngest in the family and Nica, well, she was forced to mature at a younger age so she tends to be childish at times. 

We left the boys with those four scary looking men. They might look dangerous but I'm not worried. Our side might be at a disadvantage when it comes to numbers but they have two Alphas with them. The other side has only one with power, a Beta to be exact. How I knew that? I have no idea. Nevertheless, the others were just normal wolves— fighters if you may.

"Who were those guys? And what do they want with Mason?" I know I'm not gonna get a detailed answer, but better have something than nothing at all right? So I voiced my question out loud.

"Just some family business gone wrong." Liz answered vaguely.

Something must have gone wrong at the pack meeting because I sure sensed a slightly strong killing intent coming from those guys.

"I wonder what's so important for them to come out here in Triste... Rucke's really far.

So they're from Rucke huh. I've never heard of a pack who live around that place. They must be pretty deep in the mountains, secluded from the rest of the town.


I woke to the sound of a male voice telling me to wake up. "Belle. Wake up."

I opened my eyes but found my vision muddled by the darkness of the night. I tried to blink it away, but failed to no avail. I sat right up when I realized I must have dozed off on the ride home. I rubbed my eyes again to bring back my normal vision and found myself face-to-face with Mason.

"Where are we?" I inquired.

"Home." He answered.

"What time is it?" I asked, my mind still not properly functioning, still half asleep.

"Quarter to midnight. We should get in the house, it's cold out here. You might catch a cold."

"Right. Where's everybody else?" I asked yet another question.

"They just went in. I stayed to wake you up."

Why, how thoughtful of you. I pushed my hair off my face and got out. I made my way to the house groggily. It was dark inside. Everyone must have gone to sleep already. I climbed the stairs with Mason behind me.

My room was at the highest floor together with the Alpha's. I am currently staying in their guest room.  They must have purposely placed the guest room closer to theirs to keep an eye of any strangers spending the night here at the pack house.

One more step, I thought. Finally. I head straight down at the end of the hallway. When I got there, I didn't waste anymore time and yanked the door open. I took three steps inside before stopping short.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mason asked amusement in his voice.

"To bed?" I answered.

"In my room?" He asked again. What did he mean by that? I surveyed the room before me. The bed was a bit messy but I"m sure remember making the bed before I went out this morning. And the comforter was dark blue. I knew because of the faint shaft of moonlight in the room. When did I change the bed sheets?

Shit. This is not my room.

With my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, I held still, all my senses now alert. I deliberately went into someone else's room without their permission. And it was Mason's room of all people. Turning my head a fraction, I saw him biting back his laughter.

I flipped around to face him with a now flushed cheeks. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to. I was half asleep and—" I rambled til Mason held his hand up signalling me to stop.

"It's alright. You don't need to explain. I was right behind you the whole time and I can pretty much guess you weren't in full control of yourself." He chuckled. "You were walking like someone who had been drinking ten bottles of beer."

I glared at the polished wooden floor enough to burn a hole through it.

"Anyway, your room is right over there. Get some rest. You look like you need one of those." He stuck his thumb in the air and pointed to the door behind him. Yes. My room is directly across his.

"Good night." I rushed into my room and closed the door behind me before I do something that might embarrass me more. Gosh, that was so embarrassing.

I sighed as I smell the familiar scent of my room. I got my PJs from the drawer and went straight to the bathroom. After changing, I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair. I don't know why I do this everyday before I go to bed, I just do. It kind of  helps me relax even for just a tiny bit.

After a few minutes, I put the brush back down and saw the marking that has been on the inside of my wrist for as long as I can remember.
At first glance, it looks like a tattoo but looking closely, you can clearly see a roseate white mark that I assumed was a birthmark. It's kind of faint though. It's a shape of some kind that tapers to thin points at two ends.

I laid in bed, not long after. Tonight's incident keeps replaying itself in my head, chasing away any
chance of sleep. My thoughts were in tangles and my eyes were heavy but I couldn't sleep. Out of the corner of my eye, the small wooden box in the top desk was tempting me to open it. Inside, I retrieved a time-yellowed piece of card with a small white crescent moon and star on the lower left corner, its edges smeared because of its feebleness.

 |                                                                                |
 |    Isobelle Isys                                                      |
|      Born on the 12th of January, 1996                    |
|                                                                               |
|     Be careful of whom you trust,                            |
|      for they may be the very ones you shouldn't.      |
|                                                                     ~ R      |     | ___________________________________ |   

I didn't know what to make of this card. I know it's a clue to my past but I don't know where to begin. Then I remembered something from when I was in Mason's room. For a short moment, I saw a card with some scribbles, lying on top his desk. Though it looked the same, it had a different symbol, an iron cross.

He must have gotten it from somewhere or from a particular someone. If he did, he might be able to help me. I'll ask him first thing in the morning tomorrow. That's where I'll begin my search for answers— the same answers that I've yearned for 8 years now.

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