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Squinting my eyes, I tried to decipher the text. As I read the characters, I silently cursed. I was fluent in numerous languages, including Greek. And the words MADCREST PRIDE were tattooed on the man's neck in Greek characters. The Werewolf Council has given the go-ahead to pursue MADCREST PRIDE—a pack of rogues. Rogues are werewolves who have either been expelled from their pack or fled of their own free will. Being a lone wolf for an extended period of time without a pack drives them insane, but a hundred years ago, rouges discovered a means to extend their lives by forming their own pack. Due to the conflict between the initial leaders of the rogues and werewolves, which ultimately led t

I said. “A second deal?” Ruben asked. His face morphed into near excitement and for a blink I saw hunger. “Something like that.” I cleared my throat. “What do you want and what do you offer?” he asked bluntly. “I want Alpha Ragnar to give me something. But for it to work I need chaos—a bit of disorder that would make him understand why he needs me to have possession of what I want,” I said, trying not to give too many details. “So in other words, you want a second rogue attack?” Ruben asked.

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”

Though his voice seemed serene, I could feel Zarion’s rage when his bass voice reverberated in the corners. “Rogues.” Elliot only said that once. If I’m not mistaken from my grandmother’s childhood stories, rogues are werewolves that have left their pack to live on their own in the wilderness. Rogues typically flee because they dislike their Alpha or pack. They declare that they do not wish to be ruled by anyone else since they listen to no one—never listened to someone. They are in charge of their own lives. When rogues meet up with other rogues, they either kill them or stay together and establish a ‘flock’ of other rogues. But if you use the term pack, they will certainly gut you alive si

he spat, his voice dripping with venom. I met his gaze, my eyes unwavering. "Because, as wolves, we are bound by the same instinct to protect our pack. We may be from different packs, but we are united by the bond of our kind. Let us prove our intentions." With a nod of acceptance, the rogue allowed us to approach the injured wolf. My heart ached at the sight of his wounds, but I focused on maintaining a calm and soothing presence. "We'll take care of him," I assured the rogue, who reluctantly stepped away, still poised to defend his pack if necessary.

The massive wolf's snout sniffed my stomach, then roared loudly and was followed by three other rogues. My eyes widened as soon as I saw dozens of rogue tails coming out from behind the big bushes and trees. Their eyes light up red, and they have sharp teeth that are ready to tear their prey apart. I thought today was my last day. However, the unexpected thing was that all the rogues lowered their bodies with their heads down. 'My Luna, welcome. I've been waiting for you for so long.' Rogue in front of me said firmly. “Are you crazy?” I broke the mind link and communicated in a normal way.

Rig growled, and even though I felt his certainty—and believed him—that wasn’t my point. “It’s not just you, though, Rig. You know that. You have to have the support to gain your full power. That means the hierarchy has to not just be beaten, but overcome. And that means we need more numbers.” Rig scoffed, shaking his head. “What are you guys talking about?” Cara piped up from beside Rig, her expression confused. “The Rogues,” I explained to her. “They’re wolves that stand outside the hierarchy. Self-ruling and—”

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.

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.

A voice said from the outside part of the dungeon that was dark. Ayra growled out “let me go, it was a mistake that I trespassed into your territory”. There was a slight chuckle “but my Alpha doesn't understand that, it's pack rules and we all have to obey them, all Rogues that have trespassed into the Moon Crest pack would face judgement and if found guilty would finally face death though I know that in your case it would be death as the Alpha has been feeling so cranky recently” his ominous tone made Ayracs breath to hitch in her chest.