Novel & Cerita Almond Cookie X Roguefort Cookie

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

Besides, it was satisfying when their heart bursts and they burn from the inside and dissolve into flakes and then into nothingness. I was making my way out of the alley when some drunkard slouched against the wall caught my attention. “Some coins, please,” he said and shook an empty tin can my way. Humans, I thought. Weren’t they so pathetic at times? I passed by him, but the following words out of his mouth made me stop dead in my tracks. “Isn’t it The Halfling Princess?” I whipped around, and I was crouching and had him by his collar in a second. “What did you say?” I asked, looking deep into his dilated eyes.

Apollo had sent letters to all the packs that I was his wife and the future Luna of the Black Moon pack. No one heard of where Rita was, but I knew at the back of my mind that she was hiding somewhere in the shadows. The last we heard about her was that she was freed from the prison and was now a rogue. I pitied her. She was driven by her jealousy and fake prestige to the extent that she had gone to the level of kidnapping me and trying to kill me after Apollo had announced everyone that I was his mate.

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

"My name is Laureffaine and I've tolerated you for so long- "If you want to know whether she's really our boss, check her wrist, there's a tattoo of the sun meeting the moon. You know what that means right?", One of the rogues said. "Rebellion against the Packs and the Moon Goddess", Kate fake gasped. "How dare you rotten piece of shit", Laureffaine yelled. Her eyes were blazing like fire. The disrespect for her name had to stop. Tears slowly fell. "Why are you denying everything master", a female rogue shouted.

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

The sweet trill reminded me of the birds and she had an intense curiosity burning through her green and bright eyes. She grinned at me and opened the box eagerly. “Look! These are the cookies Lisa made them all by herself.” She quickly picked up one and shoved it into my mouth. “Lisa is the best dessert chef in the world!” I stared at her for a moment, too surprised to say anything. “Who are you?” I swallowed the cookie, forgetting the danger of rogues for a moment. “Adelaide. I’m a friend of Kalen’s,” she replied and plopped down on the cot next to me.

“I do want to be clear that I appreciate the gesture though.” As he says the words, I pick up a cookie, noting the strange texture I hadn’t noticed when I was using the spatula to scoop them from the cookie sheet into the box. I take a bite and it crumbles like sawdust in my mouth. The flavor isn't too bad, but the texture is horrendous and I chew thoughtfully, thinking about my next words. I notice Troy is watching me, a slight spark of amusement in his eyes. I swallow the bite with effort while breaking the cookie into two halves. “You know, I could use these for torture, give them to my enemies and hope they choke to death. If I ever join the Mafia, these could be my calling card.”