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Owen’s body tensed then relaxed again, with a sigh he began to explain, “about twenty years ago, Derrick let my mother and I attend a gathering of the packs. Dylan claimed I stole his wallet, and a big fuss was made. We were thrown out of the celebration. Days later, Derrick called my mother and apologized. The wallet was found in Dylan’s room. He misplaced it. Dylan’s parents sent an apology letter, but everyone still looked at me like a thief.” “Wow, I didn’t think Dylan was so vindictive.” “What’s worse is Steven said he watched me take it. I am not sure what happened on that end. But he had to apologize to my mother and me for causing us to leave; then he had to apologize to the pack.” S

He understood his anger and resentment but the path he was chiseling into the forest floor isn't helping anyone. Go ahead. Micah responded back. Aldric has gone and sought refuge with the Dark Moon pack. The scouts voice answered. “Uh.” Micah said out loud in surprise, answering the scout. Why would he go there? Rhett was not known for accepting outsiders. He was a bit shocked that he was even there and Rhett did not outcast them. That’s where the resentment came from. Each rogue had their own story most similar in the fact that when the world got bad and packs started falling apart no one stepped up to help. Most turned a blind out and only watched out for their own pack. Now there was a gr

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

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.

“Well?” “He has some… characteristics of a rogue: red eyes, difficulty controlling himself, and bloodlust. Still, Daphne, his mate apparently, can calm him. We brought them back here for safety, but during a break out from the prison, Arthur attacked and hurt several of our patrolmen.” Rex hummed, “Tell me about these rogue characteristics? Is he insane?” Blade shook his head, “No. Not… normally. Perhaps a bit distrusting of us, but he is capable of speech and reason. In the midst of battle, however, his strength is overwhelming and his bloodlust only intensifies his aggressiveness."

“After I broke up with you. I got so angry, I thought you didn't love me that much. I didn't even think straight but thought being a rogue could actually be the answer. I wanted to wreck my life totally and then agreeing to Raphael's offer was what I could do. He made me a rogue by bonding Chelsea and I but I knew it didn't work the way he expected because after rejecting you, I was supposed to be disconnected from you but I was still connected to you”

With a sharp slice of fear, she realized that to go forward was to risk running and falling off the mountain cliff but to go back was to brave Marcel, David, the police, and whatever might be waiting for her back there. She shuddered as her tears began to roll and the exhaustion of the day made her bones rickety. She had overstretched herself. As she moved, she could feel the pain from the micro-tears in her muscles. All she could do was hope her baby was okay. With nothing else to do, she decided to steal her way back quietly. What she didn't know was that just behind the trees, coming towards her stealthily was her predator. A smile came over Marcel's face as he slinked closer and closer t

He remembered the real reason they were present at the club for. "What was the news you wanted to share?" The question came out in a deeper voice. "Oh yeah, you remember Derek?" "The snake?" Vincenzo asked taking a sip of his wine. Dante nodded. Derek was a part of their gang when their father was the leader. They were close friends and Derek happened to be the third in command of their father. While his other best friend James was the right hand man. The trio was impossible to defeat and their gang was the most feared in the state. But what their father and James didn't know was that Derek always wanted to be the one in control. He was not satisfied with what he had and betrayed his own fri

​Ren: The Hermit of the Void Ren remained at the summit of the Iron Peak, in the ruins where their parents had vanished. He was the most changed. He rarely spoke, and when he did, his voice caused the electronics in the room to short-circuit. He was the "Fail-Safe," the one who held the Song of the End in his mind, ready to play it again if the world tipped too far into chaos. ​The Adversity: The Silverpack Rebellion ​The Silver pack was no longer a cohesive unit. A faction of younger shifters, the Broken-Fangs, had grown tired of Leo’s rigid laws and Maya’s economic control. They whispered that the Vanes were "half-breed tyrants" who had stolen the wolf's birthright.