Chapter 1: 17years later

"MOM!" I yell, my head spins with anger and I look at my carpet.

         Damn it!

         "You're such a brat!" Bryon yells at me, and I smirk slightly. He's one to talk.

          "What is it honey?" She calls, walking into the room with a dish towel over her hands. "What is the matter?"

          "Fucking Bryon won't get his damn feet off of my couch! He's going to ruin it!"

             Bryon, my sixteen year old brother, laughs lightly. I know that he loves to torment me, but damn it! Today isn't the day!

             My hands start to shake spasmodically and I breathe deep.

         "Bryon! You need to get out of here with those damn boots. I don't know why you insist on wearing those stupid things in the house."

           Byron sighs exaggeratedly. I smile a little and as he passes me, I ruffle his hair slightly.

             "Reign, sweety." Mom sighs. I turn to face her and she leans against the door jamb.

              I turn to face her. Dark hair, brown eyes. She looks a lot like me. Except for our hair.

              She looks me over. Her hair is streaked with grey from years of Luna hood.

            It's days like this that I can't wait to take over as Alpha. It scares me; being in control over everyone like her and dad are. But I would rather take that burden on my shoulders than have it on my parents.

           Mom, goddess, I love her. She is the best mom, so friendly and open.

           "Hon-maybe it would be a good ideal to go for a run-maybe get some training in. I don't like seeing you all nervous like this. It's unhealthy." She smiles at me slightly.

             I frown, looking down at my shaking hands. I don't like when she talks about wolf things. It makes my wolf eager. It makes her force her way out.

             Nodding, I take off down the stairs. I nearly run out into the yard before suddenly, my bones crack and snap, my wolf form taking full control.

              Shit.

              I look back at the clothes behind me that have been shattered. They are all in shreds, and I want to take care of the mess I made. I loved that shirt.

             My wolf has other plans. She perks her ears up and focuses on the sounds of battle. Then she is running towards it.

              I hardly ever have control over my body, until she wants me to.

              We run quickly, our body is that of an Alpha wolf, strong, unstoppable.

             But when we get to the field, we see Justice. And she lets me take control again.

             I nearly stumble. I know she is trying to take care of me, but her control makes me weaker than I like. I force myself to stay in my feet as we go to Justice. He's in his wolf form. He loves to stay in his wolf form more than anything. His body, like mine, is almost always more relaxed in this form. Maybe that's why the moon goddess made us have this easy connection. Or maybe it's for in the future, where this solid wolf will take his place as my beta, my second in command in ruling over Rogue Pack.

            He's about five foot tall in wolf form, solidly black. He makes my pelt looks lighter when we stand together.

      He's only a few inches taller than me, though, so for the most part, we do well in a fight against one another. We have about equal strength. We're both rogue. We both train. We work hard to ensure that the people that will one day look up to us won't need any other assurance than our strength being dedicated to keeping our home and pack safe.

       When he turns to face me, his wolf smile is big and filled with dangerous looking teeth.

        'Hey baby,' he crouched down so that he is in a fight stance. 'What's happening?'

         'Just fight me, fool!' I laugh before leaning over and pawing his face. My body moves quickly then; taking stance. He barks back before tucking his ears and growling lowly.

          'As you wish, princess.'

          He attacks first. He always does.

         Our wolves go at each other hard, and blood is spilled. Better now than in battle. This blood spilled on our ground at our say is the safest way to insure that our blood stays where it's supposed to when we are fighting our enemies. It shows us our weaknesses.

          I let my body take full control and snap at him. My rogue side kicks in before too long, brash and intelligent and more dangerous than she should be, and we take our fight into the woods.

           I don't know how I manage it, but when I finally get myself back, I see that I had him locked in a grove between two trees, and I've  got a hold on the scruff of his neck.

           'Fucking cheat.'  Justice huffs. 'How you use a tree as a weapon in wolf form isn't fair fighting.'

            'I'm a Rogue princess. What do you expect? You should get into the groove of it. You've been here for five years.'

           I release his neck and help him pull out of the groove, gently enough that I don't scrape him but firmly enough that his butt plants itself on the ground in a thud.

             'I just-I guess I don't really understand it, Reign. It's different from what I'm used to. My dad-a beta... He said that fair fight is a true fight.'

           I sigh before bumping my shoulder to his sympathetically.

            'A true fight is a fight you win. That's what we have to do. Win. All those Alphas think that because we are Rogue we should have no rights. My dad made this pack to defend the rights that he believed we are in titled to despite the ruling of King Alpha.' I tell him. This is something he knows, just like every other wolf in our pack. It's one of the first hard lessons we have to teach every new comer.

         I look over at his taller wolf, but he is facing forwards. I know that look in his face. He may be at my side, but he's a good hundred miles from me right now. I whine quietly, bringing his attention back to me.

           'Sorry.' He looks down at me. His green eyes are eerie and haunted. 'I just miss my family sometimes. I know I shouldn't...but I want to see them. I-my wolf mourns them a lot. I feel like if I saw them- maybe I could accept my banishment.'

            When Justice turned fourteen, he tried to stop his alpha from killing a rogue child. A rogue child that happened to be hunting for the first time and lost his way.

            That rogue was my baby brother; Byron.

   The alpha told Justice that he had two choices after the challenge was taken and Justice beaten within an inch of his life. Justice could either kill the ten year old himself, or go with him into no man's land.

             That's the day I got a new pack member.

             I remember Byron's howl. He was terrified. They were just outside of our land boundaries, and when I found them...

              Justice had deep wound near his neck. He had shifted to his human form, and the blood was spilling faster than I've ever seen.

            I look at my baby brother, panicked. He turns, sniffing Justice before looking at me.

            'Go get dad.' I tell him, before sinking to my knees and pressing my hands to his neck. The blood seeped through my fingers, and my head spins with dizziness at the sight. Somthing in me snapped, my wolf took full control before I could stop her; out body snapped and cracked and the she was licking his neck, lapping the blood away gently.

           His hand grabbed our leg, a whimper coming from somewhere deep in his subconscious. The wound slowly healed, leaving a light pink scar in its place.

           When dad got there, he was terrified to see the boy. He was just a boy, his body barely left unscratched. There was blood everywhere.

          'He's going to die.' Dad told me, his hand on my side,

            I was twelve. And I didn't want him to die. Something in me told me we needed him. Told me I needed him.

            I shook my head before shifting back and taking the shirt dad offered me.

             'Can you get him back to our house? I want to take him on. I accept the responsibility of another wolf. I can take care of him.'

               'Honey, you're just a child. You know how our pack works...'

               'Pack law says that if another wolf accepts responsibility over a new comer, the alpha has to allow that wolf to bring the wolf in to treat and care for. I can do this Dad.'

              He looks hesitant, but I look up at him, my eyes going big. He once told me he couldn't say no to my puppy face and ever since then I use it at will.

             'Please, daddy?'

             Dad sighs before patting my head gently. 'He's yours, pet.' Dad told me before lifting him and carrying him over the border and onto our land.

             The body whimpered when he felt himself cross into our land, and I felt sorry for him. My hand kept brushing the black hair away from his neck, making sure the wound was healed.

            When dad got him to our house, he took him to my room. We kept extra beds in here just in case.

           I grabbed the kit out of the bathroom attached to my bedroom before getting to work on the many wounds. Dad helped me fix his ankle, which looked like it has been broke. After, he got some shorts onto the boy

           Then dad handed me something that makes my hands clam up even now. A long silver cord with black grips on either side.

            'I don't want you to have to... but keep this near you. Just in case.'

           Then dad left me with the boy and my brother.

          Byron lays on my bed as I sit up and watch the boy. Sometime after the moon went up, I grab a blanket and cover him up with it before pushing his head onto a pillow.

            I don't know when I feel asleep. But the sun in my eyes wakes me up. My head is against the bed, and someone is playing with my hair.

             I sit up quickly.

            'Who are you?' He ask, his green eyes are wide, confused. 'Where am I? Am I dead? Goddess...'

             'I'm Reign. Reign Morgan Rogue. And you aren't dead. I saved you. You are at Rogue pack. We can keep you here, if you want us to,'

              'My pack... the Alpha banished me. Because I protected a little wolf child.'

              'My brother.' I say quietly. 'You saved him.'

               'So are you...like a friend now?' He asked. His voice is hesitant as he looks at me, his eyes squinting.

              'We can be best friends. If you want to be.' I offered.

               He nods quickly; his face seemed to relax all at once and he lets out a quiet breath.

              'I'm Justice.'

              'Justice What?' I wondered.

              'For now? Just Justice.'

              "Reign!" I shake my head at myself, trying to refocus on the here and now. I always fall off the far end of the planet and into my mind. It's a bad habit to get into, but the memory of that day is so vivid to me.

              I look over to Justice. My best friend had shifted to his human form, and towers over me a good foot and a half.

              'Hmm!'

              "I was just trying to say goodnight. I've got to go home." He tells me. His face is sad, and I can't help but whine as I grab onto his black shorts. I tug him.

            'Come home with me. Dad is grilling again.' I tell him and he frowns. I tug slightly again and he plays with the fur on my ear.

            "I can't keep barging in on your family, Reign."

              'You are family, Justice. Come have dinner. We need a movie night anyways.'

              He thinks on it for a second before pulling away and looking down at me.

              Then he takes off running towards my house.

               "First one there gets to pick the movie!" He yells over his shoulder, I bark before chasing after him quickly.

          I let him win. I don't use my full alpha strength to beat him.

         I like Memphis Bell anyways.

        When I get to the house, Byron is outside on the front porch waiting for me.

        "Guess Justice gets to pick the movie?"

          'Not If you get to my room first. After dinner.'

           Then he smiles hugely. He pulls out a black shirt and shorts, sitting them on the porch. "God, your suck a dork. Why don't you just shift without all of this modesty shit? You're gonna be Alpha soon, no one will disrespect you and say shit about you. You know that." Justice suddenly says, walking around to the front of the house.

           His hair is long and straight, covering his shoulders, and his skin is dark. Once he told me that he had Indian blood in him, that it was a trait of his pack.

           But even so, his green eyes smile. He's happy here, now. I plan on talking to dad about getting a meeting between him and his family, so that he can cope with it all. I don't want my beta to be unhappy.

          'Even so. I want my body to only be seen by one man. My mate.' I've always had that value. It's silly I guess, but I always hoped that when I get to meet my mate that he and I would be like a fairy tale... and I wanna respect that future relationship enough that I don't mess anything up on my side.

            "You never can tell. I might be him." Justice smiles at me before winking teasingly.I frown slightly, my head bringing forth the idea of Justice being my mate makes me feel a little awkward, before going into the grove with the clothes in my mouth. I shift, wanting to cry even as I do, and pull on the clothes, my body cracks and pops as I get dressed, the discomfort in my limbs makes me slow.

           When I round back to the front of the house, Justice wraps an arm over my shoulder and leads me inside.

           "Mom! Dad?! Justice is staying for dinner!" I call out, Justice; as always, flushes violently.

              "That's fantastic! He can help dad grill! Right?!" Byron calls out, and we go into the kitchen. Mom is there, her face is happy and smiling.

               "Actually, I was thinking that you could, boy-o." Dad bounds down the stairs, and before I think twice, I rush at him, jumping into his arms.

               "Hey, sweetheart." Dad mumbles, his arms wrap around me and I inhale his dark scent, as I lean into his chest comfortably. Little bits of his tattoos can be seen behind his white shirt.

             The smell of my father had always calmed me. Ever since I was little when I needed to relax dad was there, ready to hold me and pet my hair until I could feel like my usual confident alpha self. He makes me safe. Him and mom. They make me feel at home more than a house ever could. Even when Byron gets on my nerves, he does too. My baby brother and my mom and my dad and this home all fit so well together with me. The goddess gave me a beautiful life to live. It's mine, and I'll be in charge of protecting it soon, I'll become the Alpha, and I'll keep this place safe. I swear my very life on that fact. I can feel my wolfs consciousness flooding through me with warmth and assurance. She knows. She too wants only to protect our home. Our family.