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MIRA POV The first round of The Rogue Gambit Championship began at 10:00 AM under the harsh, industrial work lights of the Red Hook warehouse. Outside, a storm battered the Brooklyn waterfront, gale-force winds whipping rain against the tin roof and rattling the cracked glass windows. Inside, our industrial space heaters kept the space warm, the air thick with the smell of brewing coffee, wet wool, and intense mental concentration. Over two million viewers were tuned into our live digital broadcast stream.

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

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."

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.

At first, the grip was minimal, just a clumsy drunk trying to grind against me. But within seconds, the touch turned dark and aggressive. His large, rough palms slid up my stomach, squeezing my boobs tightly, while his hot breath blasted against the back of my neck as he sniffed me like a wild animal. A wave of pure panic crashed over me. He was a fucking rogue. Rogues were unclean wolves, outcasts driven mad by the wild. And the worst part about them? Unclean wolves can smell me no matter what. No matter how hard I tried to suppress my scent, their filthy, broken noses could pierce right through my walls.

The Beta player lunged forward, kicking it with powerful precision, already aiming for our post. I took off after him, feet pounding against the dirt. He smirked back at me. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you? You can’t see the gap between us?” I narrowed my eyes. “All I see,” I shot back, “is an opportunity.” A rogue charged from the side, jaws wide and teeth glinting, hungry. The Beta player surged forward, laughing. “You won’t even get close!” But then — CLANG! A ringing note split the air, sharp and metallic. The rogue’s head snapped toward the sound, its focus breaking away from me.

Brett tilted his head, wondering why Dwight said that is it getting bad. "What the hell are you babbling? My shots aren't bad. I did not miss a single target," Brett boasted. "Yeah, yeah yeah," Dwight agreed. "Your shots are all impressive. But, you only have three daggers left. We still have 43 rogues to fight." Blinked nodded his head at the obvious fact. The ten rogues who heard Dwight's comment have regained their courage to attack. They thought that if they will attack Brett all at once, then, they will have the chance to win. After all, it is impossible for a Brett to defeat ten rogues with silvers weapon.