A Rogue Of One's Own Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Take her." They moved forward, but Zane stepped in front of me. "Try it." "You can't fight us all, Darius." "Want to bet?" A howl echoed through the forest. Then another. And another. Rogues emerged from the shadows. Dozens of them, surrounding the pack wolves. "You brought an army?" Alpha Thorne snarled. "I brought family." Zane smiled, all teeth. "The rogues you've been hunting? They're mine. Every last one."

“This rogue has no backbone I see, just another mutt that we need to dispose of.” I raised my eyebrow, carefully raising my forcefield as I watched them approach me, my tone laced with a loud growl. “You may think I’m a rogue with unworthy breading, but I don’t want to be a stupid Luna. Take the alpha for all I care. I don’t want him.” The blonde growled, clenching her painted nails at her side. “Don’t disrespect him in my presence mutt.”

We drive for hours, passing several bus stations before I am sure I am far enough that they cannot find me. “Are you sure about this?” Jess says as she pulls up to the bus station. Chewing on my bottom lip, I nod my head. “I do not have a choice. My mom is getting sicker. I have to put as much distance between us as I can.” Jess is the only person outside of my family that knows what I am. “I Ella Black of both the Red River Pack and the Silver Wolf Pack, break ties with both packs and declare myself rogue.” The bond between myself and the two packs sever, and it feels like I am being stab in the heart by a silver knife.

“A rogue...you’re a rogue.” It seems his whispered words got through to everyone for she became the centre of attention. Growls could be heard and yet instead of moving, instead of running for her life, she stood unmoving in her place. Rogues were frowned upon, they weren’t allowed anywhere near packs, especially not this one. She had been too bold, but right now, she didn’t care. Despite the commotion in the room, her eyes searched for Xavier, not being able to spot him through the crowd that had surrounded her.

Kamrynn's POV The word hits me like a blow to the chest, stealing the breath from my lungs. A rogue. They think I’m a rogue. It shouldn’t surprise me, not after I cut all ties with the Obsidian Pack, but hearing it said aloud feels like a final blow. Rogues are infamous for a reason—lone wolves cast out from their Packs, known to wreak havoc and bring chaos wherever they go. They’re dangerous, unpredictable… and they’re usually killed on sight.

This place was surrounded by the cloud so it was sort of invisible to outsiders. “I live with them,” Killian said as hundred more rogues came and stood behind Killian. Rogue were lone wolves who either were kicked out of their pack or just ran out of the pack on their own. Some were violent while others were peaceful. But something told me, these rogue were neither violent nor peaceful. They were just feral, driven by a common cause. I just hoped that cause wasn’t me. “I’ve been following your smell, Luna, from the forest. Look it brought me to you.”

Then finally you will become the one thing you despise the most. ‘ A rogue. ‘

Lyor grew up trapped in the Moon view temple, and he had never seen a rogue in person before, A rogue, an individual that was abandoned, disowned or had mutually cut off their link to their own clan is a unique existence in Selestine. They are free of the bindings of their clan, but they are also alone to survive in the vast land of Selestine while being subjected to the discrimination and disdain of the rest of the werewolf race. A tall figure jumped down from the last viewing room on the west side of the arena, and a handsome sunny young man landed smoothly with a smile adorning his sparkling black orbs.

The Rogue whimpered as he laid on the ground, the brick cracked behind him from the impact, before he went limp. That was two Rogues… But there had been three. I spun around then to see that the final Rogue, a smaller and scrappier one, was hungrily sniffing at Moana. A low, thunderous growl rumbled in my throat as I stalked closer to him. At the same time, a loud lightning strike lit up the sky. The Rogue slowly lifted his head, his dopey eyes shifting back and forth. When he realized that he was the only one left and that his leader was possibly even dead, he quickly turned tail and ran like a coward without even a moment of hesitation.