Novelas y relatos de Renegade

Loyal, tough, and like us, didn’t believe in the current laws of how packs ran. We, The Renegades, were looked down on by packs. Seen as less than nothing but rogues. Tyrants and mercenaries. Muscle for hire. Sure, we were rough, loyal only to ourselves, and made money off other people’s problems and feuds. Yet still, we had a higher moral than most of these godforsaken packs that were more concerned with power, money, and self-preservation. They were greedy, cruel, and took care of themselves first at the expense of their pack members. They were pawns in the higher rank’s greed, and they were treated just as much.

A good attempt at disguise, but I can tell. - I really don't know. I'm just as curious as you are. Liar. - Look, darling, I wouldn't recommend associating with renegades. Those kind of people are dangerous. They attract all kinds of nightmares. Her eyes lock on mine, a glimmer of defiance there. - Renegade? What's that? - Someone who isn't worth it. She frowns. - What do you mean? They're wolves. They're entitled to a home, a family, just like anyone else.

They’re both leaning against the desk with one ankle crossed over the other, their drink in their left hand, hanging at their side as they watch me. There’s a lot of power in this pack. The Alphas here are very strong. Even the female, Leana, was exuding strength. And right now, that angry power is all directed at me. “Reagan. Alpha Reagan is her name,” Elias says. The older Alphas watches me closely. “Gamma Elias, how close was your Alpha to going feral?” he asks, never looking away from me. When Elias doesn’t immediately answer, I turn and look at him.

He is a close second to me, so he is a good choice. I make my way up to where my mother, Luna Amara and Beta Jessica are sitting. My mother hugs me and the other two simply nod and smile. No one from our pack is really talking. There are a few whispers here and there but for the most part everyone is quietly awaiting the trial. “Good evening Seneca-Cayuga Pack. Unfortunate circumstances have brought us together on this cold night. One of our own recently left our pack willingly, knowing that she would become a rogue. However, before she left, she threatened our soon to be Luna, Elenor Miner.”

“The man who attacked me. He referred to me as a… ‘rogue’ Luna. I wasn’t sure what that meant.” “Nothing,” he said defensively. “It doesn’t mean anything. He’s clearly just out of his mind. Don’t worry about it.” But this wasn’t good enough. He still hadn’t told me. “Kieran… what does it mean?” And I felt him softly sigh. “A rogue is… someone who doesn’t belong to a pack. They’re usually people who wander alone, unable to join anywhere due to their past. A past that is unforgivable and where they’ve committed atrocious, inexcusable acts. They’re all… criminals.”

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.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

What does the term 'Rogue' mean to you? To some, it may mean a person that has been dishonest or disloyal. A person willing to go against the norm. To others, it could mean a person that's been cast out due to their savage or destructive tendencies. But to me, a rogue is just a person that has been condemned to live a life outcast from everyone else. A rogue is a person that's forced to fight for their survival on a regular and constant basis.

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

DANTE Surprised and angered by the audacity of someone hacking into an account connected to me, I demanded, "Have you identified the hacker?" Tom replied hesitantly, "The transaction was executed seamlessly." My frustration grew. "No one besides Anna and me has access to her account details. So if I didn't initiate the transaction, who did?" Tom's response was straightforward, "The only person who holds the answer to that question is Nathan Miverton." Running my finger over my lips, I contemplated the situation. "I'll investigate further. In the meantime, I want you to dig into Clifford Cameron."