Prologue

There are few in this world that any rogue truly respects, fewer still who they would be willing to die for. But there is one: with a coat of fire and eyes of ice she prowls her unending territory. She is ageless, beautiful, entirely unique. She is Rogue.
******
Rogue. The very name strikes fear in the hearts of those who hunt her. she is not the only rouge wolf of course, but she is the only Rogue. On her way to the gathering Rogue finds herself in a rather tricky predicament. She has just two choices: Give up the life that has become her security all on a possibility or suffer her past for all eternity. The trouble is the decision is not entirely her own.