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"Someone's territory? This is the wilderness. It doesn't belong to anyone!" He was catching up to her so she sped up. "See, that's where you're wrong. You don't know anything about being a rogue, do you? Come on, tell me. What do you think a rogue is? We were all told stories about them when we were younger. Trust me, it's far from the truth. Rogues aren't wanderers or simply packless. They have packs. They have territories. When a rogue is in a pack, he abides by certain rules and you'll be lucky if you come across one that's in a pack."

I'm so grateful to the moon goddess for giving me a mate like her, even when my life isn't the perfect one. I became a rogue the moment I ran away from home. Everyone believes a rogue is someone who doesn't follow rules or does something unspeakable. No one will believe the other side of the story, a rouge is always a rogue. If a rogue tresspasses, the warriors of a pack kill them. Hence why I'm always on my best behaviour. I don't want to be treated like trash or get bullied so I avoided everyone, especially Alpha.

They were both quiet for some time until Ellie asked, "What are rogues?" Rogues? What's your question? Yes. She answered, still looking at her. Maya just sighed. "A rouge is a werewolf who has left their pack and no longer belongs to any pack. They might be dangerous, I mean trying to attack, or some might just live alone." "Oh, OK. Can they also form their groups, I mean, attack?" "Yes. We have wolves that are actually rogues, but no one knows where their hideout is." "Are they the ones that almost killed me in the forest?" Ellie asked again, looking directly into her eyes, but Maya still nodded slowly. "Yes."

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

I saw him and Alpha King came to me and said, "I need to leave." I nodded at him and looked into the interrogation room. The rogue was bruised everywhere. His left ear was bleeding and he appeared very weak. He looks like he is suffering from severe pain. The guards made the rogue sit on the chair in the middle of the room. A headlight was on above the chair. Alpha King and Beta May entered the interrogation room. Beta May asked the rogue, "Who are you?" The rogue looked at Beta with dull eyes and replied, "Connor." Beta May asked, "Connor, how do you become a rogue?"

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".

I nod, understanding the logic, "God, he got so mad when he found me, he yelled and called me a fucking idiot a million times. But when his buddies saw me there, he lied and told them I was his girlfriend and I would be joining them whether they wanted me to or not. The rest of the guys were super angry too. Except Rogan. You know, the big teddy bear? He's a sweetheart. He just shrugged and said congratulations on the girlfriend." The thought of a rogue being a sweetheart or a teddy bear has my mind short-circuiting for a second. They're supposed to be feral beasts who listen to no authority and don't give a shit about anything. People describe rogues as borderline literal animals, not... ju

Even Silas seemed to deflate, the fight draining out of him under his leader’s withering disapproval. Rogue turned back to me. The glacial eyes held mine. "My apologies, Mr. Reynolds," he said, the words unexpected, delivered with a stark sincerity that threw me more than any threat. "For the… unwelcome reception. And for the threats made against you and your companion. They were unauthorized and unacceptable." He gave a slight, formal nod. "My name is Rogue. I lead the Eagle Brothers. You carved the Crown of Azura. That demands a certain… respect. And a conversation."

Fueled by adrenaline, Nora flung the rogue off her, throwing it over her head and rushing to her feet. She needed a plan. The rogue was definitely trained for combat and she wasn't so, it was up to Nora to come up with tricks to win. Letting the rogue get away was not an option so Nora swallowed her pride and howled at the top of her lungs. Realizing that she was calling for backup, the rogue ran for its life but it was limping now from when Nora had thrown it off her. She chased after it and pounced on its back, pushing it to the ground. She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf.

she asked. “I do not know. I do not know how I ended up here,” he replied. He was young. A newly born rogue, if you will. Anyone who becomes a rogue is considered to be reborn. A rogue can go back to not being a rogue, but the process is painful and almost impossible. Many do not survive.