After having lived in a hell for the past six months, Vivian Beauchamp is forced to leave the only place she ever called home. Thinking she will never be truly happy again, she finds that life has an unexpected plan for her. Giving Vivian a life she...
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That evening, Vivian hadn't gone downstairs for dinner. She didn't feel hungry and she also wasn't jumping up and down in joy knowing she'd have to face Vincent again. He confused her. The things she felt for him confused her and it was starting to piss her off not knowing what was going on. She felt attracted to him, that much was obvious. She just didn't know why. He wasn't exactly her type; not the type of man she had always thought she'd end up with. Vivian had thought she would one day find herself with a long, skinny, caramel skin colored warlock who was interested in history and math – a total nerd. Knowledge had always attracted her towards a man – not at all the kind of man that appeared to have more muscles than braincells. Not that Vincent appeared to be dumb, not at all. He just looked like the kind of man that would hit first and ask questions later. But weren't all werewolves like that? She didn't know. Vivian hadn't spent enough time with werewolves to answer all her questions. Some she longed to answer. For example; what the hell was going on between her and Vincent?
She was scanning through her Monique's grimoire again, just like she had done that morning. This time she looked for answers to her questions. What other sources she could use to pull her power from? What message was the universe trying to give her? What was her destiny and why did it appeared to be linked to Vincent, her father's Beta. Yet none of them had been answered yet. Vivian sighed, ready to give up for today and continue tomorrow when there was a knock on her door. After she told whoever it was on the other side to come in, the nob turned and in walked her father.
"I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment?" Augustus asked her, still standing with one foot outside the door.
Vivian nodded her head and closed the thick, heavy, worn book before pushing it to the side while her father sat down on the edge of the matrass. He took a heavy breath and from the tension in his shoulders Vivian could tell that something wasn't right. She waited patiently until he seemed to find the words to speak.
"Something has happened in this area while I was away", he eventually spoke. "Surrounding territories have given us news of several organized attacks. Rogues have been sighted in the area, breaking through the pack borders and attacking pack wolves, sometimes going as far as killing them. I have been in contact with other Alphas and the threat seems to be getting worse. I have been sending wolves across treaty lines to assist on tracking them but... thus far there hasn't been any significant trace. They seem to just disappear without a trace".
Vivian furrowed her eyebrows. She knew what the term rogue meant. She'd heard it before. Apparently it was a term given to werewolves that didn't belong to a pack. They would live outside of territories on their own or in smaller groups; tracking from place to place and living of scraps. Whenever rogues wanted to pass into a claimed territory, they would need to ask permission to the ruling Alpha who the territory belonged to. Sometimes they would simply pass through, other times they would get appointed a piece of land they were allowed to stay for a certain period of time. Rogues were much wilder and much more primal than pack wolves. They weren't very good company you could say. "Don't you Alphas have a Rogue count?" she asked him. Every Alpha was in possession of records about each and every Rogue that was allowed to stay inside their territory or passed through.
