Novel & Cerita Rogue Pack

"This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are." "How do I trust you? I've seen what your kind has done. All those people you've killed." His eyes harden as he stared at me. "Look, we're not the only rogue pack out here. I can tell you that we are not the savage kind. We have killed a few hunters over the past few years but not recently." "It's a lot to take in," I said and he nodded as he stood up. "I'll someone come and bring you food until I'm certain that you won't try to run or harm us," he said before he left the room.

Felix cut in. I scowled at him, " Thank you for your input. Anyway, Living in rogue packs is similar to living in a normal pack, except we didn't have alphas, but leaders. We were treated like dirt by packs. We were always moving from place to place" " Yeah. Sometimes we'd run into other rogue packs and we'd fight for territory..not everytime...just if they're the aggressive kind" Trevor added.

Logically these shape shifters are based in the deep forests away from humans, but they have business and companies in the cities which are full of humans. There are a total of five packs that I know of : silver moon pack, The crescent moon pack, shadow moon pack, crimson moon pack and The rogue pack. The reason why they are named the rogue pack is that they accept any rogue after running series of background checks on any new rogues member before accepting them. I heard that the Lycanthropes are mortal enemies of the werewolf due to blah blah blah of whatever was the cause of their enemity which I don’t really bother about the

"Someone's territory? This is the wilderness. It doesn't belong to anyone!" He was catching up to her so she sped up. "See, that's where you're wrong. You don't know anything about being a rogue, do you? Come on, tell me. What do you think a rogue is? We were all told stories about them when we were younger. Trust me, it's far from the truth. Rogues aren't wanderers or simply packless. They have packs. They have territories. When a rogue is in a pack, he abides by certain rules and you'll be lucky if you come across one that's in a pack."

Here, werewolves run in packs, and if you don't abide by an Alpha, you become a rogue, and that is where the problems, like border security, begin. Although the subject was irrelevant to me or my people, I was fascinated by their outstanding efforts to keep people safe and threats out. In that meeting, I learned that Alpha Eulisses of the Golden Pack, Romeo's half-brother, was long ago known as the Rogue King. He built up a pack of rogues, gathering everyone under his protection. He keeps the pack thriving and often aids people who unfairly become rogues when an Alpha becomes a tyrant.

He yanked the rogue forward, slamming his knee into the attacker’s gut before tossing him into a pile of trash bags like he weighed nothing. The second rogue hesitated but quickly regained his nerve, charging at Zero with a growl. This one was faster, more calculated, but it didn’t matter. Zero ducked under a wild swing and delivered a brutal uppercut that sent the rogue staggering backward. Without missing a beat, Zero spun and delivered a roundhouse kick to his opponent’s ribs, the crack of bones echoing in the alley.

We scarfed down eggs and bacon as if it were our last meal. On the way home, we’d rolled down the windows to bask in the summer breeze. She hadn’t smoothed down her bangs. Kellen spotted the rogue mark like a heat-seeking missile. “Rogue!” To most Crescent Ridge pack wolves, it was instinct to drive out any rogue, whether it was within territory bounds or a single foot outside them. They were threats to the pack’s safety. They were unlucky. Name the stereotype of misfortune, and rogues were the scapegoats.

He whispered and I didn’t say a word. “That’s enough for today… I do not want to have this conversation again! My words are final Dante!” I thundered through gritted teeth. I tried taking over but he was adamant. “Wait… I can scent a different presence in this pack.” He muttered and I scoffed. “What are you saying?” “There’s a rogue here… Now.” He replied and I frowned. “That’s impossible… This pack is sealed, I haven’t had rogues for ages…” I was still speaking when he darted into a narrow path, running with full speed like there was someone ahead he was trying to catch.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.