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Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

' A powerful aura filled with unconstrained nefarious power summoned the surroundings. Alpha Adrian's laid limp at his sides, three huge claw marks slit his chest with deep scarlett blood gushing out as his wolf Mason was forced down heavily by his head whimpering. Nobody is going to harm them, their Queen was protecting them. But unknown to the Queen her true king was protecting her. *******************

“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

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

"Didn't you come here to teach me?" Mace said nothing but picked up the book and began to explain to her. "There are villains called rogues. They are those who have been exiled or have left their pack. They cause problems because they don't want other packs to be happy. You will be able to distinguish them by their distinct odor. They smell rotten." "Hmm. I've noticed a rotten smell lately. It was different from Simon's and yours, and... Is Adolpha one of you?" "Why do you ask?"

Seven threateningly huge Rogues had walked into the camp and they were walking straight to my warriors. They looked like the seven Rogue leaders I had described before and they radiated strength with their every stride. But they didn’t scare me. Size didn’t matter in the Werewolf games. I looked back at the Chicken Rogue and he was still smiling. “Look.” He directed my gaze back to the seven muscly Rogues. Two of my warriors were dashing towards the Rogues now but then one of the Rogues caught them and within some dreadful seconds, my warriors were thrown stiffly to the ground, blood-stained, bones fractured and maimed.

Every werewolf in this pack, their wolf is okay. But there are some wolves who aren't ok. Sometimes, they are rejected by their pack and kicked out. Over time, those wolves become rogues. A rogue is a wolf who has gone feral and lost their humanity. There is no saving a rogue wolf. Once rogue, they're deadly and dangerous. I guess you can think of it as a disease in a way. And in the end, it's a death sentence. Because eventually, they'll do something that will get them killed.

Every other Alpha had been left with no choice but to torture me in order to obtain the information they wanted, but that usually took them at least a month to get anything from me which they could actually use. I had a pretty high pain threshold and could easily go for weeks before anything actually effected my body. I just gave them what they wanted after a month in return they gave me what I needed, which was their full support when the time came. "Why are you rogue?" Jayson asked me. "My pack were slaughtered when I was eighteen. I was happy, just living my life with my family, but that was all taken away from me in one night..." I paused as I brought my head up so that I was looking at