Clone Riggy X Riggy Novels & Stories

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

“It’s pulling from inside the protected zone. Not from her outer rings.” I feel that in my chest. A low hum. Interest. “Zoom the signature,” I say. He does. The grid flares again. Not smooth. Not controlled. Jagged. Spiking and dipping like a heart that can’t find rhythm. I laugh under my breath. “That’s not her.” “No,” Carter agrees quietly. “It’s not.” I lower the scope. Dawn is bleeding into the sky now. Pale pink. Soft. Almost pretty. “You see that instability?” I ask.

'Shit! She continued to make that climb with a kid on her back.' There were more than twenty Rouges, Ryan's pack jumped into the fight. Most of them tried to make way to the cliff to pull the Rouges that were chasing after the girl. They had to make the fight in the human form as it was difficult to climb across the rocky surface in their wolf form. Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him.

“This parasite’s skull carries the exact texture of a boiled raptor egg!” Hearing the jibe, the surrounding inmates erupted into a low, rumbling chorus of laughter. The massive beta flashed a silent hand signal, and several heavy shifters shifted their bulk to completely obstruct the sightline of the watchtowers, while the remaining wolves dragged Jeff’s thin frame into a cramped, dark corner of the stone wall. “Strip the canvas from your thighs!” A rogue carrying a jagged scorpion brand across his facial skin shoved Jeff against the limestone, planting his heavy boot directly over Jeff’s shorn skull. “Your beast should recognize the hierarchy before the claws come out.”

Hit the rogue from the side with enough force to crack ribs. We went down in a tangle of claws and fury.

The Rocky Climb looked like a formidable adversary, each craggy outcrop and sharp edge a testament to the gruelling test of strength and agility it presented. Ty’s muscles tensed as he approached the base of the climb, he flexed out his claws, extending them for grip. The first few steps were a scramble, his feet seeking purchase on the uneven ground. He leaped upwards, catching hold of a jutting out rock with one hand while his other clawed at the dirt for stability. His powerful legs pushed off, propelling him higher in a series of fluid, explosive motions.

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wanted to ally themselves, forcing people into the life of a rogue was a small price to pay. Being a neighbouring pack with Moon Shadow held its advantages too. I had made sure they were the first alliance I secured given that Darkness and Moon Shadow had been enemies for longer than anyone cared to remember. Though since Jayson still hasn't returned from wherever it is he has disappeared to, it was a friendship which was really beginning to struggle now.

The obstacle course was worse than fighting Zara. Much worse. "Move faster, Tracker!" Jax shouted as I pulled myself over a wall for the third time. My arms screamed. My ribs throbbed where Zara had kicked me. Blood still dripped from my split lip. But I kept moving. The course was designed for experienced Rogues. Walls twice my height. Rope climbs over muddy pits. A section where you had to crawl under barbed wire while wolves threw things at you.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."