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To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

“I’m glad you like it so far. With every passing day, I’m sure you’ll like it even more. But tomorrow, after your tour with Christianna, I will show you where to take shelter if rogues attack.” “Ok…” I mumbled. “Will you tell me now what rogues are?” “Rogues… Well yeah. Rogues are werewolves who were banished from their Alpha or refused their own pack. At first, they live like plain humans, but when they give in to their wolves and shift, they become feral and lose themselves. They never return to their human forms again. Lost and disorientated, they gather up in little packs of two or three because wolves can’t live alone. Some rogues take simple wolves into their pack just to gain strength

Though his voice seemed serene, I could feel Zarion’s rage when his bass voice reverberated in the corners. “Rogues.” Elliot only said that once. If I’m not mistaken from my grandmother’s childhood stories, rogues are werewolves that have left their pack to live on their own in the wilderness. Rogues typically flee because they dislike their Alpha or pack. They declare that they do not wish to be ruled by anyone else since they listen to no one—never listened to someone. They are in charge of their own lives. When rogues meet up with other rogues, they either kill them or stay together and establish a ‘flock’ of other rogues. But if you use the term pack, they will certainly gut you alive si

For a split second, the thought lingered… then I shook my head because that didn’t sit right. How would Diego end up owing rogues. I scoffed but in all honesty, it’s not beneath him to work with rogue savages. He is one himself. But no. Rogues are scattered and unorganized… half of them can’t even agree on a leader, let alone build something big enough to have that kind of money involved. This wasn’t some random group. Their name itself sent chills down my spine that I didn't quite like “Okay… forget that for a second,” I addressed the main topic, adjusting my thoughts quickly.

Even the insects had fallen silent. Something was wrong. She backed away from the stream, hackles rising along her spine. Her wolf senses screamed danger, but she couldn't pinpoint the threat. Then the wind shifted, bringing with it a scent that made her blood run cold. Rogues. At least three of them, maybe more. The scent was unmistakable—unwashed bodies, madness, and the metallic tang of old blood. Rogues were wolves who'd been cast out of their packs or had chosen to leave, living without the structure and discipline of pack life. Some were harmless loners. But most descended into madness, becoming little more than feral beasts who killed for sport.

I held my daughter tight on my lap, remembering what mom used to say to my brothers, because of our explosive temperament, this legend seemed to be made specially for me. “The Cherokee elders were worried with one of the boys from the tribe that, for feeling wronged became aggressive. The boy’s grandfather brings the boy to himself and says: “I understand you anger. There’s a terrible battle between the wolves that live inside me. These two wolves are trying to conquer the spirit of all of us. “One is Bad: its teeth are strong like rage, jealously, sadness, self pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, pride, superiority and ego. “The other is Good: his look is strong like joy, hope, serenity,

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

These men were peers of the realm and would not murder her or otherwise harm her like the highwaymen she'd first believed last night. Her friend Anne Chessley had told her quite a bit about Godric and his friends. She'd called them the League of Rogues, a name she'd whispered half afraid and half fascinated. They were men without rules and morals as far as she knew, if one could trust gossip and stories printed in The Quizzing Glass Gazette.