Why Did Boruto Go Rogue Novels & Stories

It looked ordinary, harmless even, but my gut twisted at the sight of it. “It was supposed to be a surprise, okay? Why are you all so worked up? And on top of that, why do you have my pictures? Are you spying on me or something?” he yelled, his voice cracking with frustration. “You idiot! The guy you dealt with is a rogue,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “A rogue? What are you talking about? I met him, and he had a normal scent. How do you know that?” he argued, his voice rising.

"Luna was not with them when we caught them in the forest. She... she must have stayed behind." The Boss's eyes darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line as he regarded the rogue with a piercing intensity. The rogue’s confidence crumbled under the weight of his glare, his posture shrinking as he took an involuntary step back. "And you thought it was wise to return without her?" The Boss’s tone was dangerously soft, but each word held the promise of retribution. The rogue paled, visibly trembling now, his head bowed in submission. "We—" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, "we didn’t know... we thought capturing the Alpha and his allies would be enough."

“I used my powers on you and I tapped into yours—” “But I don't have powers.” “No, you don't. But you have rogue blood and that's what I tapped into. It synced with my powers and stitched up your arms.” “I don't understand.” “I told you every rogue has access to our powers and immunity too. You might be vulnerable to normal explosions and fires but you're immune to our powers. Kind of. If I go harder on you, you might get hurt a bit because your rogue side has been suppressed for decades.” I blinked rapidly, trying to hold myself from losing my fucking mind.

Seeing the clouds parting cheered us up and we both decided to relax here in the pale sunlight. Aaron didn’t speak and just hummed, his eyes were closed and face content just like mine. His hands were running in my hair as I was lying on his stomach, in T shape. “Why are rogue wolves such an issue? I mean, I have been hearing about their attacks since I was like 14 or 16, I don’t understand why can’t we just capture them?” rogues wolves are those wolves who lose their human side’s sanity and just follow their beast’s instinct. Because of that they only see things as prey or not prey, there is nothing in between for them.

“Don’t let them kill what’s left.” But surviving wasn't the same as living. Growing up rogue meant growing up rough. Most of them were exiles and cast out from their packs for crimes, betrayal, or simply being inconvenient. They were the wild dogs of the werewolf world. They fought for scraps, turned on each other in a heartbeat, and viewed compassion as a weakness. To them, Charollet was always… other. She hadn’t shifted at sixteen. Or seventeen. Or even eighteen. And now, at nineteen, when others led attacks or secured new territory, she still hadn’t shifted.

But he was… Shay, “MATE!” Shay was going crazy in my head but after that first step, I was frozen he was from the Crescent Moon Pack, and I was a rogue. What the hell was he going to do? I watched his face contort and change. His eyes went pitch black as he looked at me and then he turned and walked out the door slamming it so hard that the entire thing shattered. I stood frozen not knowing what to do, Shay was freaking out and yelling at me to go after him, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to run!

That unwillingly marooned, that she wasn’t a mistake, a burden no one wanted. Then reality struck her again. She had mated a rogue. She loves this enough that her family would chase her down for this And, even worse… she didn’t regret it. The Morning After Kenzo moved next to her, his arm snaking around her waist. His breath brushed along the side of her neck, sending a shiver through her. “You’re overthinking everything,” he said, his voice gravelly with sleep.

Mikey asks me. "Let us first see what is happening," I say. My uncle looks nervous, and my aunt is crying. My cousin slaps one of the rogues, and it is not a very good idea to piss off a rogue. "Look, the human is being brave, braver than her parents. Aren't you supposed to be wolves? Why don't you want to fight us?" The big rogue wolf asks. "Ben, you know me. Why are you like this? Isn't I who gave you my beta and his mate?" My uncle asks. We sit in the tree, listening to what they are discussing. I was mad when I realized that this Rogue had killed my parents.

Rogue is a hard ass trainer I burst only a few times as it drained me quite a bit. When I reached my home Rogue was sitting on the couch drinking from a blood bag. "Why aren't you sick," I mumbled sourly and he chuckled. "I didn't get a chance to prepare my equilibrium when you took off. You know that's how I decapitated your father. I used a burst, so you can already do it," he told me and I asked him how he could do the burst the entire way back.

“I saw him run, the damn rogue they call their King; I tried to catch him, but … they are like ghosts.” “Why didn’t you help him ? Why didn’t you help your Alpha,” I get up, staring at him. “I was too late, just like you,” He shakes his head. “I came from the other side at the same time as you; I realized I could do nothing and tried to catch the rogue.” I swallow again. “I know the rogues are … unpredictable, but why would he kill dad?” “Who knows … Maybe he has somehow heard the packs want to get rid of the rogues; they are becoming a problem,” The Beta shrugs.