Novel & Cerita Rogue Werewolf

I told her. “I am really sorry and didn't plan to hurt you intentionally, I will go for now because I know you are angry and you need time to digest all this” with that she stood up and left too. Rogues: are werewolves that have either been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will. Rogues don't have a set appearance apart from in their wolf form, they have long fur. They also have a bad odour radiating from their bodies. Rogues can be good or bad. In some cases they are the reason for deaths. And they can return to their pack if they are allowed.

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.

That Crazy Gamma had this nasty grin on his face, as he began to run after me, shifting into his Werewolf along with his men. His intentions towards me are clear. To fish the Rogue, he is ready to take my life no matter what. He wants to bring Cadell out from hiding. “We shall see who gets the last laugh after tonight,” I panted, racing ahead with speed.

Nico breathed a sigh of mixed exasperation and relief before continuing. “Okay, first things first. If you haven’t realized yet, you’re a werewolf.” Ben looked at his furry self which was sitting down on the floor. “Yeah, I guess I got that… I thought we change with the full moon, though.” “Well… Not necessarily. The full moon is merely a trigger and also a power-up. Otherwise, you guys can change anytime once you’ve turned. And from what I can see, you’ve just went through your first transformation.”

We might as well get this conversation over with. I still struggled to believe he, or his pack, would accept a wolf rejected by her own pack. In werewolf society, rogues are wolves that have been cast out of a pack. There’s a lot of stigma attached to that status. People assume there must be something wrong with you, or that you did something awful to get banished. But that’s not always the case. Some people were mistreated and had no other choice. The problem is that rogue wolves sometimes turn feral and, out of anger, jealousy, revenge, or desperation, they attack packs. Most packs tend to assume rogues are a threat. I was still worried that my status would be a problem.

He stopped speaking and faced me again. "That's all the members of the Werewolves packs?" I asked him. "There's actually this called the Rogues." "Who are they?" "Rogues are actually those wolves that have been outcast or left their packs." "It's like a human being when it comes to them, there are also outcasts." "Yeah." "So what else are you talking about them?"

Maverick stiffens beside me, his eyes flashing with something I can’t name right now. Ahead of us, branches snap and something massive shifts in the shadows. I catch a glimpse of its eyes, unnatural, red and burning. It’s not a normal werewolf, but a rogue. And it's not a random rogue. Nyx pushes against my skin, desperate to break free. ‘A rogue. Kill him.’ The rogue snarls, his shoulders bulging as he steps into view. His eyes linger on me for a heartbeat, then move back to the ground. I push forward, ready to shift, but in a flash, the rogue lunges away. The trees shake as he crashes through them, gone before I can rip free my claws.

They looked sad and shabby, underweight and yet full of feral energy. I easily spotted Quade's black wolf. He was shoving a rogue away with his hind legs and snapping his jaw at one in front of him. The quantity of rogue wolves attacking us was a surprise to me. It was known that rogues traveled alone or in small groups. They were much like vampires in that sense. So to be attacked by a pack of rogues this large was both surprising and unsettling.

The captured rogue remained silent, his defiance unwavering. Alpha Carmen, unwavering in his determination to protect his pack, tightened his grip. "You chose the wrong pack to challenge. Now, tell me, or face the consequences of your actions." The captured rogue remained steadfast, his lips sealed in silence. Alpha Carmen, sensing the rogue's resolve, pressed harder for information. "You won't escape justice. Speak, and you might find some mercy." However, the rogue's determination held firm. In a shocking turn of events, the rogue, rather than succumbing to interrogation, chose death. Hidden within his teeth, was a small pill that would immediately lead to his death if eaten

The air was thick with the stench of sewage, driving away the deer and bears that sensed the looming threat. Rogues weren’t just discontented wolves who had left their packs for human territory; they were more like dangerous, rabid dogs needing to be put down The condition wasn’t contagious through touch or air. Instead, it often stemmed from a traumatic event in a werewolf's life, such as a mate's death, mental illness, or losing oneself to the wolf's mind for too long. Once a rogue went feral, death was the only remedy.