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In his gaze there was an amazing spark of intelligence, unusual for an animal. So they stood opposite each other - the dog studied the girl, and the girl studied the dog. The dog had incredible blue eyes. Anika had never seen anything like this before. The fur, completely black and shiny, shimmered in the sun. A beautiful and well-groomed dog. True, it was not possible to decide on the breed. Similar to a shepherd, but very large, probably the size of a St. Bernard, if not larger. If she stood on her hind legs, she would definitely be taller than the girl. Probably one of a rare breed or a cross, and one that could be worth a lot of money. This made Anika think that she could have been kidna

This is mainly done during the Moon Festival, when packs all over the world meet for the Moon Annual Ball. Rogue wolves are wolves that have given up their humanity. They decide to live more like beasts than humans, meaning they have no sense of right or wrong. These kinds of wolves are usually killed on the spot by packs. They cause nothing but chaos and mayhem. They are recognized by a rotting smell that clings to them.

How could I be so stupid as to lose track of where I was headed? "Jackie, we have to retreat back to our pack." Just as I was about to make a U-turn back to where I came from, two wild-looking wolves popped out from around the bushes. Oh the fowl stench was so irritating coming from these rogues. Rogues are known to be wolves without a pack and they are known for being very wild and ruthless. They killed just about anyone they came into contact with. Mom had warned us several times never to step out of our pack's boundary for fear of the rogues.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

Everywhere I turned, another filthy scene greeted me. A male alpha fucking another male roughly against a tree, grunting with every savage thrust while the receiving wolf moaned like a whore. Two females grinding their wet pussies together on a fur blanket, tongues tangled, while males watched and jerked off onto their bodies. A woman bent over a wooden barrel, getting fucked from behind while she sucked off two other cocks at the same time, drool and cum running down her chin. Clothing was almost nonexistent. Most wolves wore nothing at all. Breasts swung freely as women rode cocks or faces. Thick, heavy cocks hung between powerful thighs, many half-hard or fully erect. The air reeked of sl

I took a few deep breaths before facing the girl in front of me. "Alexis, stop talking like that. Do you know what it means to be a wild wolf? Wild wolves are those who are not bound to any pack. They don't belong to any group," I said, shaking my head at her almost closed eyes. When I took her hand, she surprised me by slapping my hand away. "Why..." I started to ask, but my words were cut off when she began to speak. "I know what a wild dog is, you fool! That's because I am a wild dog! I left the Black Mist pack. And that's not all. I rejected my mate. Now tell me, am I wrong?" she said, her words echoing in my ears.

The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots. A deeper thrust followed, and then Lena heard it. A breathless, high-pitched female whimper. He wasn't alone. The realization hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. She knew he had women. He was Caleb Maddox. He could have anyone he wanted with a single look. But hearing it was different. Hearing the way he sounded when he was inside someone else made Lena’s vision blur. Her hand drifted under the sheet, resting on her stomach as she stared at the dark ceiling.

"Yeah?..." "Evelyn..." "Yeah?" I asked. He sighed, wiping his cheeks as he sniffled. I frowned, stretching my hand out as I waved it in front of him. "I'm here..." But he remained idle, sitting on the fallen thick tree branch. He couldn't see me nor hear me but somehow I could. This happened again but the last time I called his name, he felt I was there and pushed me away. Is this normal? I never read about this in the book nor heard from other wolves. It's like we get connected once I sleep and when he calls my name.

I feel really bad for my mom already, but i should know the reason why he decided to leave and go rogue. Rogues do not have a very good reputation among the packs. Usually they were banished because they have done something terribly wrong, it’s quite rare to find werewolves who leave on their own will. Mom shakes her head and looks down. “I’m sure this is for the best, he needs time to figure out his life.” Once again, a small smile appeared on her face. “We do not have to worry about Toby honey, you know how capable he is.” “I know, i just don’t understand why he left..”

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea