Rogue.

I'm an alpha, leader of my own pack of misfit wolves. I mean I was. I was a good alpha, whether by birth or by learning. I made smart decisions. I only called on my pack when needed.

 

I'm a rogue, in this world, all alone. I fell from my graces, and left my pack, now how am I ever supposed to go back? I made poor decisions, that left me drunk and in pain, all because of silly games played in my brain.

 

I lost all my power, and in the end I'm a liar. Now here I sit, rebuilding my empire.

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