The Innocent Rogue They Locked Away Novels & Stories

A hand from one of the rogues that had been marching with us shoots into the air, Jimmy smiles and says "yes, good man, what is it?" "Err well err what if the rogues don't want to be part of either pack, can we just leave?" The rogue had growing confidence as Jimmy motioned him forward where he stepped in front of the gallows, Jimmy looked at him, "So you want to just leave?" "Yes, yes sir" "Oh well" Jimmy then pulled out a gun, the rogue's eyes momentarily went wide as Jimmy fired the gun aiming for his forehead, as the bullet hit him he sank into a heap, everyone was silent then Jimmy spoke

“What is it? Just spill it “ I said seriously . This guy really likes to joke around. I don't have time for some jokes right now. “What a killjoy,” He said before he continued. “Okay okay. First, The good news is all the Rogues are caught. Five of them are detained at the prison in the West while all the remaining Rogues are all dead .” He said. “That's good to hear. Give incentives to all the guards who participated in catching the Rogues.” I said. That’s a relief. “Sure I will pass your message to them.” He answered. “How about the human hunters?’’ I asked.

The rogue demanded, snarling at me. “You’re no civilian. You’re a rogue. And while you don’t have as much hate as the three we caught, I can smell it on you. You go with the prisoners.” I growled, feeling Conway starting to come forward. An Incubi warrior raised his brow at me and looked to Collin behind me. This rogue smelled of envy and anger. It’s a dangerous combination. I don’t know where the innocent citizens are being taken but this rogue doesn’t belong on that truck.

It was too easy to get lost and far too easy to accidentally cross into rogue territory. Ava was still so innocent. She simply didn’t know enough about rogues. She could be easily fooled, tricked, and stolen, or she could be picked up by another pack. As far as I knew, no packs had any contention with us at the moment, but it was possible there was an uprising I didn’t know about—a slim possibility, given the recent public execution of the Stormbrook prisoners.

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

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?

Beta whispered to himself still denying that they could break away from all the restrains that kept them locked for months but again the man heard letting out an amused evil chuckle. The rogues who they captured a month ago stood beside the beast with smirks plastered on their faces, Raymond remembered how one of them did warn him that he could never keep the rogue king in his captivity for long and he took it as a joke. But now he knew what he meant, The rogue king was never their captive, he just let them believe like he was. "You're forgetting something," The playful smirk dimmed as he emotionlessly glared at the Alpha whose heart had started being embraced by dread.

I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue. Suddenly, a loud banging started on the door. It was so violent the wood seemed to shake. "Open up!" It was Julian’s voice. He sounded drunk, angry, and desperate. "I know you're in there, Lucian! I know you have my wife! You can't hide her forever!" Lucian’s face hardened. The soft moment was gone. He looked like the rogue Alpha again. He walked to the door and flung it open with a bang. Julian was standing there, his tuxedo shirt unbuttoned, his hair a mess. He looked like a wreck. Behind him stood two of the High Alpha’s personal guards—men with stone faces and silver weapons.

“Because now we know exactly where the cracks were.” Ryan folded his arms. “And now we seal them.” Liam looked up desperately. “Alpha… please…” Nina didn’t respond. Instead, she turned toward Ryan. “Lock them both in separate cells.” Ryan nodded. “What about the prisoner?” Nina’s gaze lingered on the rogue for a moment. “We’re not finished with him.” The rogue’s smile faded slightly. As the guards dragged Liam away, the young traitor’s voice echoed through the chamber. “I was trying to protect my family!”

I struggled furiously to get out of the handcuffs. Carl looked at me dead in the eye. “Are you our traitor, Alyssa?” I stared at him. How dare he? “How dare you question Alyssa? We watched her grow up...” some elders still wanted to defend me. “Well, out of all of us, she was the only one,” Carl paused and continued with a blunt, matter-of-fact tone, “in a relationship with a rogue.” “What?” another elder exclaimed. “A rogue? Is this true?” One other elder demanded.