Oh Hell No

The sun, a benevolent eye, peeked through the dense canopy of the Everlast Pack's woods, dappling the forest floor in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Jamie Reynolds, a rogue by recent design, lay stretched out on a patch of grass, her eyes closed, listening to the symphony of rustling leaves and distant chirps.

A week she’d been free, and a week she’d been alone. The solitude, a stark contrast to her previous life, suited her. No demanding parents, no endless training. Just the quiet hum of nature and the rhythmic beat of her own wild heart.

She absently shredded a blade of grass, a small rebellion against the weighty quiet. This was it, her gamble. The Everlast Pack. They didn’t kill rogues on sight, or so she'd heard. A simple pass-through, that’s all she needed. No trouble. Just in and out.

Her ears twitched, catching a subtle shift in the air, a faint scent. Patrol. Right on time. She considered her options, her usual escape routes. But no, this time, she needed to be seen. To state her business, to make her intentions clear. It was either this, or fade into a forgotten whisper in the woods.

A gruff voice, thick with suspicion, sliced through the tranquil afternoon.

"You're trespassing on pack land. State your business or get out, rogue."