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finally shift. I went to look up and the person carrying me and was shocked to see it was the man from earlier, his tattoos were visable at his shirt edge showing me that he was most likely covered in them, his hair cut was so much different then the men around here, the sides were shaven to the skin but long on the top; I couldnt help but notice a scar running down his jaw. This man was very much my type, old style warrior vibes flowed from him and dam was it sexy. He probaly saw me as a weakling but I couldn't help but be thankful he didnt seem to noice me looking at him because I really liked the view. "Rouge." His voice startled me as he suddenly looked down at me his eyes I thought wer

Her strength was absolutely unmatched by the sheer volume of numbers opposing her. A deep premonition settled into her core that her lifeforce would likely dissolve into the dirt of this alley today, but her training dictated she harvest a significant number of their throats before her own light faded from the wilderness. “Fucking bitch! Does your mind truly lack the intelligence to recognize the high house your claws offended? Descend to the underworld pits and request that data from the dark ancient!” the lead rogue spat into the dirt. He flicked his gaze toward the surrounding line of muscle and barked, “Why do your paws hesitate? Advance and shackle her limbs!”

Not enough for her too hear. “I have to go, but take this!” She pulls something from inside her cloak and places it in my hand. I could tell by the shape that it was some sort of small blade, maybe a pocket knife? With my arms above me, I wasn’t in the greatest of positions to see it. “Who…” She had gone. The Rogue appears seconds later, carrying a much thinner whip than before. He was clearly expecting to do more damage this time around. Closing my eyes, I wrap my fingers tightly around the blade. I may not be able to use it yet, but I might be able to conceal it.

I told him. “Yes ma’am. Okay everyone. The attacks were of the rogue kind. They must have some magical element on their side since I couldn’t dig for the answers we needed. These rogues are a mutated version of the ones we used to see. They have both speed and strength. There isn’t really enough information to go off of. You have to go back to your packs to figure out what trails or information was left behind.” Blade finished explaining. “I am assuming Leon’s pack wasn’t attacked since he is not present?” I asked him.

A blade forged from bones recreated itself in his palm, and Rogue held it with a fierce grip. His eyes withdrew into their eye sockets as he witnessed his father usher his hand towards him. Rogue nodded and pushed his right leg forward, the left leg back maintaining a space in between his feet, he bent his legs slightly and as soon as he did that, Rogue propelled himself at Ein and swung his blade in a downward arc aiming to split Ein from the shoulder downward.

“You have twenty minutes to leave this pack or face the consequences rogue!. The gamma of the pack rudely said to me as he kicked me in my stomach. I scream as I feel the pain. But I knew if I keep lying down there, they will carry out their threats and actually harm me. So With the little strength that I have left, I got up and did the only thing a rogue knows how to do. I ran. **** It’s been two days since I have been running non-stop. I was tired both physically, emotionally and mentally. Being a rogue means that you can be attacked or killed by any pack, vampires or hunters or other rogues. Every pack thinks every rogue is bad. That is basically because before you will get banned from yo

Toby then exclaimed, “It makes sense! They have a supplier and maybe even a medical team. That’s how some of them run away injured from one pack only to come back strong again in another pack a few weeks later.” Xandar instinctively held Lucianne closer to his body at the mention of silver before he asked Raden, “Did most rogues carry a silver blade?” “No, my King. In an attack, maybe one or two. Because the rogues themselves were wolves, and unlike Lycans, they wouldn’t have been able to hold the silver blade in their hands. Those who have the blades normally don’t shift, and they come out last on the battlefield to surprise us. Essentially, to stab us while we’re focusing on the shifted ro

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu

The scarred rogue's eyes glinted with feral intensity, and his scarred visage twisted into a snarl. Another warrior, with swift and calculated moves, engaged a rogue on the flank. Her dual blades gleamed in the moonlight as she skillfully parried the rogue's advances. Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors.

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel