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I'm so grateful to the moon goddess for giving me a mate like her, even when my life isn't the perfect one. I became a rogue the moment I ran away from home. Everyone believes a rogue is someone who doesn't follow rules or does something unspeakable. No one will believe the other side of the story, a rouge is always a rogue. If a rogue tresspasses, the warriors of a pack kill them. Hence why I'm always on my best behaviour. I don't want to be treated like trash or get bullied so I avoided everyone, especially Alpha.

Jessica was smiling to herself as her wolf loped through the forest on the outskirts of Springfield. She was finally out from under her parents’ thumbs and could be herself. Her parents treated her like a little girl. She was an Alpha she-wolf. At fifteen, she was more than what humans were at twenty. That was why Jessica had stolen her older sister’s driver’s license. She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

These men were peers of the realm and would not murder her or otherwise harm her like the highwaymen she'd first believed last night. Her friend Anne Chessley had told her quite a bit about Godric and his friends. She'd called them the League of Rogues, a name she'd whispered half afraid and half fascinated. They were men without rules and morals as far as she knew, if one could trust gossip and stories printed in The Quizzing Glass Gazette.

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".

Every touch from him was defined as though she didn't need any other touch except his. “He is there to guard the external axis of the pack territory. My men have certain levels they guard and once a rogue...” he looked at her guessing she wouldn't understand what a rogue meant. “A rogue is a wolf that doesn't have a pack-like family. They are criminals so we don't like them. Therefore if the rogue passes the internal territory and my men aren't able to catch him, the fox will. There's no way a criminal can escape without having blood on him so the fox will detect him by the blood.” He explained gently removing the dirt on her wound and she watched.

“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.”

As we arrived at the north end, I was surprised to see four very strong looking rogues standing in front of us. They were not the traditional looking rogues. Rogues were typically weak, scrawny, and often had a stench about them. A stench that was the usual way to identify a rogue. These rogues did not have a scent of any kind. Something was off. I shifted, and grabbed a pair of shorts, as each of the four rogues stood naked in front of us.

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o