Roger His Dark Materials Novels & Stories

"There are many runes, Willow. It's intricately designed on his back. It must have been very painful when doing that. I have never seen the likes of it. Frankly, I have to study more to understand. But I'm afraid this is out of my knowledge" "What do you mean out of your knowledge?" Willow voiced loudly. "This is too big for me. It looks like dark art" Willow sucked her breath. "Dark art?" "Yes. And you know I'm not versed in that" "There must be something," Willow groaned, her frustration mounting. She could feel her temper rising due to the helplessness she is feeling. Reagan's voice came from far away. "Give me that" "Not now Reagan. I'm irritated as it is"

There was no doubt that when a male wolf hears my wolf's cries of heat then they would come running, and now if my mate doesn't get here on time I will be a defenseless shewolf in the mist if dangerous wolves like rogues could devour. My ears twitched using my wolf heightened senses , I heard a twig snap, lifting my head a little hoping our mate found us, I looked at the approaching male that was slowly walking towards her- the hunger clear in his eyes. He wasn't my mate, he was ugly , lanky with blood shed eyes and smells disgusting. He was a rogue.