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At my words, the rogue that was still in the process of shedding his skin turned his red eyes on me while beginning to show a bloody smile. Behind him, his friend continued to eat the human, clearly intending to finish the ritual before dealing with us. "Don't you realize you shouldn't be doing things like this on other people's property?" I continued cracking my knuckles. "And?" The rogue garbled through razor-sharp teeth that were beginning to grow longer and longer. "Do you think I'm afraid?" "should be." Travis growled, stepping beside me. "You're completing your disgusting change in my territory." Lunging forward, Travis let a loud snarl escape him as he moved much quicker than any wolf

The next morning he takes is finding and slams them on Sawyer’s desk. “It’s a rogue. The Glovers are the Alpha and Luna of a pack. The rogues don’t have a pack. They are considered dangerous and the policy is to kill on site. That is what the two were doing. When they die in wolf form they transform back and are naked. I’m telling you werewolves are real and we have a killer rogue. Now that he has killed pack members, the Glovers will be going after him. We don’t have a lot of time to find him and kill him.” “You know this sounds crazy right?” Sawyer says.

" 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, often causing harm to innocent humans and supernatural beings alike. "We must unite our packs against this common enemy," Alpha Mikhail continued. "I propose a joint effort to eradicate the rogue threat once and for all." Adrian nodded, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I agree. The safety and well-being of our packs are paramount. We cannot let the rogues continue to wreak havoc." Alessia, concerned for the welfare of

“Now, it’s your turn, my sweet innocent lowly she wolf.” The initial concern wrapping around the she wolf’s heart was now replaced with a frightening anger. “You are going to pay for this!” letting her sharp claws out, the she wolf howled into the moonlight. She began to lunge towards the rogue Lycan prince, only for him to dodge her quite easily this time around. She was graceful and agile, but Conall seemed to have regained a different kind of strength right after taking another soul. After a while of dodging her attacks, the Lycan prince managed to catch the she wolf by her arm, eventually swinging her into the air and finally kicking her through the stomach. The poor she wolf didn’t have

My ears picked up and my legs suddenly became weak. I can feel the dread approaching and finally a cold paw on my bare skin! “Argh” I jumped off in fear and ran off without checking whomever or whatever it was. I need no one to tell me what rogues smell like. Rogues are werewolves that got abandoned by their pack, they were either banished for being rebellious or got separated from their pack. When werewolf roams around without their pack for long, they go rogue; their unique scent changes to an unpleasant one and they go berserk hence hurting other werewolves.

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

I will do anything to help, even if it means risking my own life too. And so I stepped down from the podium, dagger clutched in my hand and determination gripping my heart, even more firmly than my hand gripped the dagger. When I was a few feet away from the clash, I stopped and observed. It was easy to differentiate a normal wolf from a rogue. While rogues are lanky with careless moves, Werewolves are more muscled with precise moves. In short, the rogue might attack and miss, but when a wolf attacks, it's taking an enemy down.

I step up to him and we are chest to chest as he peers down into my eyes. “Please don’t act like you know a single thing about me and what I do and don’t know. Rogues are the scourge of the werewolf world. They are the filth on the bottom of our paws that we so easily wash away in the river beds.” His words are dripping with malice.

He nodded his head and led me to the chair and instructed the three of us to sit down, "we don't have much time because I've been given until sun down to get moving. If the three of you were anybody else I wouldn't have cared to have the decency to speak to any of you, but you all mean something to me. Actually, I'm lying, Amelia and Lexy, you mean shit to me but because my love over here finds great comfort in you, I will treat you well." I couldn't say anything because what the hell was I supposed to say? I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that so called Wade was actually my Romeo and my Saviour all at once. How the fuck was that possible? "My name is Wade and I'm a

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