Sixteen: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

I was in agony. Every time I walked away from that house, and could no longer hear or see my girls, I felt like my heart was being ripped out and left behind. But it pushed me. It helped to motivate me to return home sooner.

It had been a week of watching them from a distance. A week of suffering.

Yet, I honored Lana's choice and kept my distance while also keeping busy.

Each day there would be a new rogue scent near the house, and I did everything possible to get rid of them. When they weren't breaking any rules by being on no man's land, they were also extremely hostile.

I had tried countless times to just speak to them, to get answers. It wasn't normal for so many rogues to be in one area, and their numbers were growing by the day.

Rogues usually had a wild and territorial side that didn't like other wolves, even other rogues near them.

Once a wolf went fully rogue, whether by choice or from banishment, its animal would start to take over. Even if they chose t