Rogue Wolf’s P.O.V
My wolf howled inside my mind, drowning out every other voice in the vicinity.
My vision was red and I knew exactly what it meant…but I couldn’t do anything. I was no longer myself. I was no longer in control.
I was a rogue.
I tried my best to revisit old memories; comb through the fog that clouded me in from every direction, but I couldn’t move past the haze. All I could do was watch through the fog as my wolf ran through miles and miles of woods, searching…raging…
I could hear the ferocious noises that came out of my mind, feel the saliva dripping from the side of my mouth…and yet, I couldn’t do anything.
I was a spectator inside my own body; almost like I was in a coma. Someone who could see everything, feel everything…but do nothing.
Why was I in this state? Why was I suddenly a rogue? How did I get here? Did I have anyone who had caused me to become rogue?
My mind was so jumbled that I had no idea what I was even supposed to think.