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He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

“My name’s Jay Samuels. I’m a member of the Shadow Pack. Yeah, I know you don’t know the name. We’re new in town, and a few people are even calling us rogues. Because of that, your daddy won’t treat a couple of our injured members. Rose says you’re as good a healer if not better than your daddy. She wants you to come look at them. Her daddy’s men did a real number on them and they’re not healing right.” Heather watched him. She tried to figure out if he was lying to her or not, but she wasn’t sure. “You know where Rose and Julia are? Can they call me or leave me a text? I promise to delete the message as soon as I get it.” She worried for days about where those two got to.

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

Aspen asked her after a moment of silence. “Nothing really. Something about supplies and rogues but he didn’t explain much.” Aspen nodded slightly as he thought to himself for a moment. There was a delicate line, he knew, between telling Adira enough information to stop her from asking questions and telling her too much, putting her in danger from people and forces she didn’t even know existed yet. “It’s complicated, Adira. Life for people like us, werewolves that is, it’s not looking good right now. There is a lot of fighting, a lot of dangers we face, and our missions try to ease some of that suffering.”

In the past, some of their precognition abilities were so inaccurate that their own clients had them slaughtered for poor fortune-telling. Tate tried not to get too distracted by what he was seeing, and focused on capturing the rogues. With an authoritative howl into the sky, he pounced forward and blocked the rogues’ way, stopping them from running any further. The rogues came to an abrupt halt as they whimpered, an express cry for mercy.

That was when Alyssia and Kristen decided to ask their own questions. "Okay, I didn't ask anything because everything seemed serious. "She turned to Nacen "What or who are rogues.?" "I knew you would like to know. Rogue are werewolves who have gone bad. They only think about killing and bad things. In short, they are bad news." He stated "and these rogue wolves have captured my cousin and his parents. We have to rescue them before its too late. My mother won't let me rest if she finds out that I did nothing to save her brother's family".

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

I'm so fucking dead. "ROGUES!" he shouted and a flurry of footsteps gathered. Over a dozen leather-clad rogues stared at me. Hungry, angry people. The four rogue women were all in their twenties, bright-eyed with thick plaits and braids piled high, acting like hats. The men were all chunky, draped in black leather jackets. Apart from one. Built like a grizzly bear with huge shoulders, maybe a foot taller than the rest. He wore a pelt of thick brown fur, under a thick black body warmer shirt.

So when a rogue somehow managed to appear right next to the evacuation line, chaos ensued. Unlike other Werewolves or Lycans, the rogues were more monstrous. They were completely covered in hair and beast-looking the image they presented was vile. Rogues were no different from actual wild and deranged wolves. They basically had no humanity in them and all that was left was wild beastial instinct. Rogues usually didn’t band together, and although they might appear in succession or scattered groups, they were not the type to actively cooperate—especially if the group didn’t seem to have a leader.