Chapter Eleven

"Sweetie, are you sure you're alright?" mom asks me for the millionth time.

All the rouges were killed. Two pack members were killed. The night sky's high above our heads and I am in bed with my mother fussing about me.

"Mom," I say just as she's about to get me more chicken soup.

"Yes, Elizabeth?" She asks.

"During the attack,” I start quietly. "A rouge said something to me."

I look at her worried face and take a deep breath. "He called me Juliette."

The bowl in my mother's hands crashes on the floor and breaks ito a million pieces.

She come near me looks like a woman who see a ghost. She's shaking at all but I was even more surprised when she confess something to me.

"You were a what?" I sputter.

"I was a rouge, Elizabeth." Mom sighs, tracing the hem of her apron I stare at her expectedly, waiting for her to continue this.

Mom never told me much of her life before my dad, and frankly, I never thought I should ask about it.

"We were... A pack of rouges," she glances at me. "A ve