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Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

Leon’s POV I was in a rundown hotel at the edge of a small hamlet with no name; the Rogue population here being the only thing keeping the community going. Damned blasted fuckers. I growled as I carved symbols into the floor around the bed. They played me for a fool.

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

DELLA I sat up for hours when Sam I came back to the high packhouse. The other rogues had been friendly so far despite me being a complete stranger. They didn't really care. They treated me as if I was one of their own. Well, it was definitely a warmer welcome than I had gotten with Hunt's pack. No one shot dagger stares at me and everyone mostly kept to themselves. I was in the library room, running my fingers along the thick spines of various volumes of books. I stopped when I came across a book titled: The Fascination With Werewolves.

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The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

Nothing gave away the identity. My fingers hovered over the spine, then unsuccessfully I tried to read it but I could read one word. ‘Rogue’ My hand froze. Rogues? The memory of those rogues in the ruins flashed in my mind. Was this book about rogues? Who were they? Why were they… Then suddenly a voice came like smoke against my ear. “You like touching things that don’t belong to you?” I gasped, spine stiffening, heart leaping into my throat. His scent hit me first—stormy, rich, dangerous.

She entered her favorite online novel app, her fingers moving nimbly searching for a title by the author who could always dive into the depths of her heart: **Lady-Noir**. Aurora gave a bitter smile as she began reading the latest chapter. The main character in the novel—a woman trapped in a complicated whirlpool of fate—always felt like a reflection of herself. Someone who had to keep pretending to be whole even though her soul was cracked everywhere. She drowned herself in those lines of words, trying to forget her reality for a moment. "Rory?" The voice broke Aurora’s concentration. She looked up quickly, her eyes widening in shock. A woman with short brown hair in stylish office attire s

She was humming as she stared at the ceiling while she tapped her foot. “You know I can smell you.” Rogue said as her eyes went to where I was hiding. I came out as I raised the book towards her as she shrugged before I entered the room and sat down. “The building has been depressing.” I said as she chuckled. “My presence always leaves that effect on people.” She replied as I shrugged and sighed. “Do you like books?” I asked and she shook her head. “I was read the little mermaid several times as a child; it’s a terrible story since she’s a red hair.” She said as I chuckled weakly.