Pets United Roger Novels & Stories

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

But from the way they behaved, even Laureffaine could sense their high taste of disgust for the Rogue Alpha. "Lupus", Elder Senile snorted. "He's just an abandoned lone wolf", he added. "That doesn't seem like it to me, he has the rogues kissing his feet. Something none of us, not even the Alpha King can do. Rogues obey him, even mother nature acknowledges his Alpha power, so how is he a lone wolf?" Laureffaine didn't know why she was defending his title before these council elders. Maybe it was just the mate pull making her talk silly.