Novel & Cerita Rogue

I sounded dreamy but he was not blinking. "Look I am sorry, Mason." I looked at him. He didn't look too happy. "I'll leave here for now," he said with a pained look in his eyes. I watched him stop at the door. His gaze was sharp when he turned to look at me. "I'll give you a few more days to think about it," he was trying to suppress his anger. He was doing a good job at not killing me. I sighed as Mason left. This was the rogue king asking me to rule beside him. Did I really want to defy him? Rogues were known for being ruthless. They bowed to no one and yet here I was in a pack full of them, daring to anger their leader.

Their child, born into a world free from the rogue threat, would grow up knowing the sacrifices made by their parents and the importance of unity and strength. troubling reports of increased rogue activity near our borders. They have grown bolder and more aggressive, posing a threat not only to our packs but to the entire region." A hushed murmur spread through the room, as the gravity of the situation sank in. Rogue werewolves were individuals who had either been banished or had chosen to live outside the structured hierarchy of packs. They were known for their lawlessness and unpredictability, o

Iris mumbled. “Mum? Who’s Rogue?” Indianna asked, watching her mother’s facial expression closely. She flinched when she heard the name and Indianna pursed her lips. “Don’t lie, mum.” “Rogue? A rogue is a wolf that—” “I know what a rogue is,” Indianna snapped. “Rogue. Not a rogue, the Rogue.” “I wasn’t aware there was a ‘the’ rogue,” Iris shrugged and Indianna scoffed, standing up abruptly.

“The rogue we managed to capture said something similar.” Sal's eyes went wide. “You guys captured a rogue? That's sick!” A moment of excitement crossed her gaze before she went serious and cleared her throat. “Okay so back to what I was saying, the rogues are essentially mercenaries sent here by someone from another pack. There was a man in charge of these mercenaries, he goes by the name Grog—” “Grog?” Kaiden said, looking pointedly at Bradford, who also had a similar look of surprise on his face.

Rogan appeared from the side and pounced on the rogue closest to Nina. “GET YOUR DISGUSTING BEINGS AWAY FROM WHAT IS MINE!!!” Rogan screamed as he attacked the first rogue. All he had to do was send a powerful slash at the rogue with his claws and it flew back a few meters and a terrible gash had appeared on its stomach. It cried out in pain.

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.

*Are you hitting on me Alpha, you know I’m taken,* he joked back. *Well I thought about holding your hand but I don’t want to make anyone jealous,* I said. *We would certainly be the talk of the woods,* he chuckled. Just then, about a mile into the trek, we caught a distinct rogue scent and we all abruptly stopped. Rogues have a unique scent that is hard to explain. They smell like a bunch of things at once. Being in a pack you have your own scent, possibly you carry a bit of your mate. But you smell mostly like yourself. Rogues can lose their unique scent, as a way to throw off enemies and keep t