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The standard classification of rogue became neutral even though most pups grow up with it being demonized. The terms dangerous rogue and feral eventually became synonymous and defined as an individual convicted of a violent crime. Unfortunately, the committee did not realize that the majority of wolves who go rogue will eventually become feral as it’s the humanity of the pack dynamics that keeps the inner wolf tame. It was this discovery of the rogue wolf going feral that allowed them to realize that not all ferals are dangerous which has led to the further evolution of the definition.

He smiles, gesturing, he has mastered ths diplomatic shit. "Eat, Merry, Dance, Have Fun." He concludes, and the congregation statrs clapping and cheering, if only they know who we are, what we are. Werewolves grow old and die, we are not like the mythical creatures - Vampires, but we age slowly, with our healing we always look younger than we are. However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not ne

he gave way, waiting for Audrey to walk foward but she hadnt moved yet. She seemed to be thinking. After properly registering the situation in her mind and realising how dangerous it was one thought came to her mind; Was Darius safe? Rogues werent like normal wolves, Rogues didnt have a himan form, from being outcast pr banned from their packs they would be punished for their misdeeds by having their human form taken from them and along with it every rational thought and emotion.

Guided by her intuition, she followed the invisible thread that led her to a secluded part of the forest. There, amidst the dense foliage, she discovered a sight that both captivated and saddened her. A lone wolf, fierce and untamed, roamed with a restless energy. The creature's coat which must have been once vibrant and sleek, was now matted and unkempt. Its eyes, once filled with life, held a haunting glimmer of enormous pain. She immediately recognised him as the last surviving member of the Blackwood pack.

Every touch from him was defined as though she didn't need any other touch except his. “He is there to guard the external axis of the pack territory. My men have certain levels they guard and once a rogue...” he looked at her guessing she wouldn't understand what a rogue meant. “A rogue is a wolf that doesn't have a pack-like family. They are criminals so we don't like them. Therefore if the rogue passes the internal territory and my men aren't able to catch him, the fox will. There's no way a criminal can escape without having blood on him so the fox will detect him by the blood.” He explained gently removing the dirt on her wound and she watched.

alpha Rowan says, he looked ruffed up, he had a big bite over his neck, and my eyes kept going back to that point on his neck. The two alphas sat next to each other on one side and I sat on the opposite one, I kept avoiding their eyes, worried that I won't be in trouble now. "Have you ever heard about white wolves?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no. "Verbal answers please," alpha Rowan order me. "Okay, haven't heard," I say in a mumbling voice. "White wolves are the rarest wolves out there, some people don't believe they exist, do you know how many there are out in the world?" alpha Aiden asks me and I shake my head no.

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

"So, Zen and Yoga relaxation techniques help?" Elias shrugged. "Actually, it does." I let out a deep breath and then lay down on the floor. It felt cool against my fur. "Do you always feel so hot as a wolf?" Xander shrugged. "Our body temperatures run higher than humans. But the good thing is that we never feel cold. We can go out into a blizzard, and it'll feel no colder than a spring breeze."

MAISIE Panic and fear washed over me as my legs gave way, causing me to land on the chair next to me. It felt like my worst nightmare had come true and there was nothing I could do to wake up from this dreadful dream. It wasn't that I had any prejudice against them, but everyone knew the myths surrounding them. There were three states most wolves possessed; Normal, Rogue, and Savage. Rogue wolves had extraordinary abilities more than the normal ones due to their wild and unrestrained nature. They were extremely lethal and had little human consciousness which made them greatly feared.

For most people seeing a wolf of this size they’d be terrified but I didn’t feel afraid, but I needed him gone so I could do what I needed to do, so I could leave this hell. He nudged me again, I looked down once more, I know most of the wolves from our pack but I don’t recognise this one. Was he a rogue? A rogue is a lone wolf that has no pack, they are often dangerous and feared. They are usually distinctive in appearance and smell. He doesn’t look or smell like a rogue….