Hiding The Rogue

What answer will Scott give?

If he says he was just swimming, he must explain why he was swimming at night while he was on patrol.

Come on, Scott. Think.

Scott quickly drew a conclusion. It was better to tell part of the truth than to make up a lie.

“I was the one who fell into the river with that rogue,” Scott said.

Surprised gasps came from some werewolves. Others whispered after hearing Scott’s response.

A patrol team member Scott knew, Deck, approached him and asked, “What did it look like?”

“A solid black-furred wolf with eyes just as black,” Scott replied convincingly. “It was the wildest wolf I’ve ever encountered.” That was the truth. Ciara was the most reckless werewolf Scott had ever met. She didn’t have effective fighting techniques, just pure rage, and that was what made her dangerous.

Deck fell silent, weighing Scott’s answer before nodding. He patted Scott on the shoulder and gripped it tightly. “You’re okay, right?”

“Of course,” Scott snorted. “Who do you think