Chapter Eight: The Hunt Begins

I ran through the forest with Jaxon by my side, our hearts pounding with adrenaline as we tracked the scent of the rogue werewolf. My senses were on high alert, and I could feel the tension in the air. We were getting closer.

Suddenly, we heard a rustling in the bushes up ahead. Jaxon and I froze, our eyes locked on the spot where the noise had come from. We could hear the rogue's heavy breathing, and I could smell the fear on them.

In a split second, I lunged forward, my sharp claws extending as I tackled the rogue to the ground. Jaxon was right behind me, his teeth bared as he pinned the rogue down.

The rogue struggled and fought, but Jaxon and I were too strong. We had the rogue at our mercy, and we were determined to bring them to justice.

As we were about to make our move, I was suddenly hit with a powerful memory. I was transported back to the day I first shifted when I had been filled with fear and confusion. I realized that the rogue was just like I had been, scared and al