The doors pushed open and I peaked through the bookcase to have a clear view of the
rogue.
The
rogue, looked like a savage male version of a Nymph. If he washed up, he'd be actually good looking. But every
rogue, had just a few things on their mind- especially an alpha. Sex, Hunt, Kill, or Eat. Like a wild wolf with nowhere specific to run off to. He had white foam running down from his lips, a sign he was
rogue. He didn't have an ink of humanity but it won't stop him from shifting freely between forms. There were only a few things that could make an alpha go
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