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Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu

His body ached, and he felt shaky. "I don't want to do that. This little shit has taken up enough of my time. Our time." In the eighteen months that Maggie had been with Murphy, Rannigan, this was the third time Nathan Menzel, errant son of Councilman Robert Menzel, had been arrested for criminal stupidity. The last time, the charge had been trespassing and mischief at the home of a former girlfriend. This was his second DUI arrest and this time, Nathan had upped the ante with a bottle containing oxy discovered in the console of his luxury SUV.

I attacked one and ripped its neck in two, ran after the other and bit its back, incapacitating it. —How the hell did all these renegades get in here? — I growled at my gamma. — We don't know, sir. They got past the seekers and ambushed the warriors,” he replied, sinking his fangs into a renegade's neck. - How is this possible? Getting past the search engine, which has a super powerful sense of smell... That's impossible, unless... That's when the smell hit me. Nullis aroma. The renegades have a witch. And she created a potion that nullifies the smell and sprayed it on the gang.

The Jared rogue camp, a festering wound upon the land, sat like a viper ready to strike at the heart of the kingdom. Anya, my lone whisperer in their nest, had promised whispers of discontent, rumors of a brewing coup within the rogue ranks. A charismatic warlord named Scar, Anya claimed, was amassing followers, his ambition gnawing at the fragile unity held together by the aging King Adolph. But were these whispers true, or merely another echo in the vast emptiness of the Deadlands?

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I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

“He’s not a regular wolf. He’s a rogue. Now get up.” I was still determined not to. If I had to push him for answers all the time, this wasn’t going to work. He shook his head lightly, then said, “A rogue is a werewolf without a pack. Red left willingly. He hates them all. That’s why I think he can help you.” “What could he help me with?” “I’ll explain it inside,” he said. “Just trust me.”

I clicked on it without thinking. The headline glared back at me: “Nova Command Faces Backlash After Rogue Agent’s Attempted Assassination of Prime Minister and Fiancée.” My entire body stiffened. I read further, my eyes scanning the words at an alarming pace. “Anastasiya Van Houten, whose identity had been leaked after her demise, a once-respected agent of Nova Command known popularly as Agent Twelve, went rogue in what officials are calling an act of paranoia and jealousy. She was accused of attempting to assassinate Prime Minister Malcom Reece and his fiancée before ultimately being neutralized”.

We might as well get this conversation over with. I still struggled to believe he, or his pack, would accept a wolf rejected by her own pack. In werewolf society, rogues are wolves that have been cast out of a pack. There’s a lot of stigma attached to that status. People assume there must be something wrong with you, or that you did something awful to get banished. But that’s not always the case. Some people were mistreated and had no other choice. The problem is that rogue wolves sometimes turn feral and, out of anger, jealousy, revenge, or desperation, they attack packs. Most packs tend to assume rogues are a threat. I was still worried that my status would be a problem.

Stark chuckled, the sound making my heart flutter then went ahead to carry the tray of bacon sandwich. “You need to eat.“ he says placing the tray on my lap. I smile shyly. “Thanks.“ My attempt at eating took time, not wanting to rush myself in fear of nausea and the neverending gaze of Stark's eyes was on me all the while. He had hardly moved as I ate, a sigh leaves his lips as he explained what a rogue was. “They are lone wolves.“ he began. “Rebels and without a pack, either kicked out or ran away from their pack to live on their own in the wild. They are usually dangerous and threats to packs.“ He exhaled loudly and pauses.