An Encounter

Silver:

I managed to stay on her back by gripping her fur tightly, as she glided through the forest along with the other wolves who were scampering for their lives. Her wolf bolted through the grassy fields with so much speed that everything I looked at passed by like a blur, and the only sound I could hear was the sound of rushing wind slicing past my ears.

Struggling to catch my breath, I buried my head in her fur as I held onto her for dear life. I was unable to forget the smell the rogues had released, a smell so rancid, it announced their presence even before they could be seen. I couldn't get the image of their bloody snouts and mouths dripping with saliva out of my mind either, a sight that disgusted me just as much as it terrified me.

My class study on rogues from back in my clan school was one of the few werewolf classes I had ever paid attention to. I had admired rogues because they, like me, were ostracized. I hadn't believed in their existence generally, but just like a