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Ayra cursed when she realized that she had broken into a pack territory and from the looks of it, they weren't going to let her go just like that. One of the brown wolves growled and signaled to the others. “Surrender Rogue, don't make us use the tough way on you” the other half naked guy on the tree said. “Never, I rather die than surrender” Ayra growled with gritted teeth, she could feel the world around her spinning but she wouldn't succumb to them. “Then we have no other choice” The last thing Ayra saw before she blacked out was the other half naked guy flipping down from the tree.

“The rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

Clark hissed at her. "And, you are my prisoner, I'll do whatever pleases me with you", he threatened. "I won't, someone will come and find me here!" She hissed. "It's hard to find something that you look at every day and can't see properly", Clark said. "I can't believe how disgusting you are, what do you think I am? She asked in disbelief. "I'm Alpha Rogue, my pack has no name, and if it were a name for us, it would be bloodthirsty, so don't tempt me!" He shouted.

he answered. If it were anyone else, they would’ve frozen from how cold and low it sounded. Niquel wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “If memory serves me right, you call yourselves ‘Death,” he said. “Not the first ridiculous name I’ve heard. Why must every single one of you associate yourselves with a word that brings no value to what you advertise?” The rogue on his right slowly shifted into a tall wolf, claws out and drool dripping from his mouth. It showed its sharp teeth as if it was showing him a toothy grin.

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

The Rogue remained quiet after that, and we stood side by side. I decided to break the silence when it became too much. "What does the Pack Alpha need you for?" Surprisingly, my question made the Rogue smile. The gesture looked odd on his sharp face but lightened his severe features. There was a spark in his grey eyes as he looked down on me. "What's your name?" I furrowed my brows as I stared back at him. "W-what...? I asked you first." "You can call me Lance," he answered, ignoring my protest. "If you tell me your name, maybe I'll tell you why I'm here."

“Rogue?” She nodded. “Goes by the name Ryn. No known alliances. No pack. She’s been traveling from one outskirt group to the next, training warriors, then disappearing again. Like a ghost.” “That’s exactly what we need,” I said. Killian looked skeptical, but he didn’t argue. “We’ll reach out,” I added. “See if she’ll come. If she’s half as good as the rumors, she could help turn the tide.” “But if she’s not?” Killian asked, arching a brow.