Novel & Cerita Healer Rogue Lineage

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

I struggled against the gag, a guttural sound escaping my throat. The scarred rogue leaned in closer, his breath hot and stale against my cheek. “No, no. Don’t try to talk. Just listen.” He paused, letting his words sink in. “We need you, Reylap. We need your skills.” My heart pounded, a frantic drum in my chest. *Skills?* What skills could I possibly have that they would want? The younger rogue spoke, his voice surprisingly calm, almost polite. “We know you’re a healer. We have a couple of our… associates… who’ve been injured. Badly.”

More rogues started to join us, siblings who had lost their parents, and an old man named Gage who had been kicked out of his pack for getting too old, I bet that's not the whole story. We also had a healer named Lena, she was soft spoken and was kind. Thank goodness she joined us. As wolves, we heal faster than humans no doubt but there are some severe injuries or conditions which needed proper treatment and as rogues we lacked that so Lena joining us is like an extra bonus.

"Be at peace, Brooke. The cost is not what you fear. Besides, the healer here is a brother of my youth. He will grant us a deep favor for our bond. Just let him stabilize your spirit, alright?" "Is he truly your kin?" I eyed him with suspicion, my wolf sniffing for the scent of a lie. Doctors in these private, high-blooded sanctuaries were usually elite Alphas, far above the station of a common worker. As I saw the genuine shine in Logan's eyes, a nagging confusion clouded my mind. His threads seemed to be woven into every high-caste tapestry in the Citadel. He knew power-players in every circle, and they all seemed to treat him with a deference that didn't match his public mask of a simple

“Then we use the terrain. The trees, the mist—it’s our advantage.” They had planned for this. Traps had been set—tripwires woven with wolfsbane, false trails scented to confuse. Still, nothing could fully prepare them for the bloodshed to come. Aria drew in a slow breath and closed her eyes, reaching for the strength that had carried her through each storm. When she opened them, the rogues were already emerging from the tree line. A ripple of tension swept through the clearing. The rogues came in pairs, flanking a tall, muscular male whose presence demanded attention. He was dark-haired, with a jagged scar running from his left brow down his cheek. Alpha Rezar.

the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader . Silas grunted and his claws popped out of his fingers, the sharpness of the Alpha's claws glinting in the sunlight that streamed into the forest through the spaces in the tree leaves. “You don't need to come into my territory to make me kill you, your existence alone is a nuisance” Silas said and charged at them. A few minutes later, the dismembered body of the three rogues lay on the floor in an entangled bloody heap, blood dripping out of Silas claws as he wiped them carefully with the white handkerchief he was holding, his previous pristine white shirt stained with blood.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

Filled with rage, Ryker took two of the nearest rogues and tore their heads into pieces by hitting their heads against each other with our lycan strength. Their skull was littering the whole place in several pieces. Still growling, he took another two and made another skull-shattering episode. In less than five minutes, twenty rogues were littering everyone without heads or their limbs torn into several pieces. The whole place was bloody and I hadn't thought of the possibility of my mate seeing us. After all, they were uphill. We had killed almost all of them when I sighted two of the rogues running away uphill. They were very fast, for an omega wolf. Still, my theory about that bastard was

Can't do anything but stare at the traitor standing ten feet away wearing our colors like a costume. "This is bigger than one pack, healer." The Alpha circles the altar slowly, trailing his fingers over the glowing runes. "There are others who understand what you and your daughter represent. Others who see the potential." "Potential for what?" My voice comes out hoarse. "Control." He says it simply. Casually. "Healer bloodlines are rare. Gifted children even rarer. But both together?" He smiles. "That's a weapon. That's leverage. That's power that could shift the balance of every territory from here to the coast."

I just hope his lineage is what he takes well. ‘And then you had to go and open your big mouth, Elaina.’ Athena snarks. 'ALPHA, OUR BORDERS ARE SURROUNDED BY ROGUES. THEY ARE SNARLING AND SEEM TO BE FERAL. IT FEELS LIKE THEY KNOW THERE IS BOOBY TRAPS FOR ANYONE WHO IS TRYING TO HARM THE PACK SO THEY HAVEN'T ATTACKED..' A warrior came through the mindlink to tell me. I think he told Colby too or another warrior did because Colby subtly told Dane and a few others the same thing.