Wild Dog Novels & Stories

Which makes a thought come to my head and I frown. “Everything okay?” Dylan notices and asks. “How did a rogue get past your security if you so easily caught up to us?” I ask the one question that is bugging me. Rogues are wolves that have been severed from their pack link, they have a terrible and rotting stench. To be exiled, you must have done something terrible and unforgivable. Not all rogues are bad since some are exiled because they lose control to their wolf, mostly when their mate dies.They usually travel alone,

if a wolf was found on another pack territory without his or her alpha's permission the punishment would be given to the wolf on trial, but as for rogue the punishment of crossing pass the boundary was instant death. At the thought of encountering rogue, this were wolves which were cast of a pack and most of this wolves are mostly criminals which would be very bad if one encourages them. they were know to be feral with red eyes for the one that had gown into insanity and acted more of their animal nature as they had losted their humanity.

An angry purr vibrated against the window, prompting me to turn on the back porch light again. “What’s wrong?” “There is something outside. Do you have a customer who brings a large dog to the bar?” “Of course not.” He came to stand with me at the window. “There is a pack of wolves that roam over the hills.” “Wolves!” “They have been here for generations, but never come to town. I don’t see anything.” “I’m not crazy, Uncle Harris. I heard an animal out here all night.” He kissed my head, omitting an answer before going into the bathroom.

Viona followed him, not afraid to face Alex. Arriving at the deserted park, they stared at each other with very cold expressions. The sound of howling was muttered to each other after they both moved. Viona turned into an ash wolf while Alex turned into a black wolf. Loud howling sounded again before they finally fought. Viona was very agile in avoiding Alex's attacks. She knew that Alex wasn't human, he was from Rogue's pack. Werewolf friends who are not bound to the pack. They are dangerous wild wolves who like to destroy small packs and can become scouts if someone sends them.

It had been eight years since they died, and it hadn’t gotten any easier. They were killed in a rogue attack. Rogues are wolves that don’t belong to a pack. They become rogues by being exiled from their packs for committing various crimes. Some of them choose to leave their packs and live like rogues. That is rare, though. We wolves are pack animals. We don’t like being alone. When a wolf chooses to become a rogue, it is mostly because something bad has happened to them in their pack or they have lost their mate, gone crazy and left the pack.

Daddy turns to me in a flash and I see that he’s about to get me when there is the sound of a low growl through the trees. Daddy whips around and we both look up in time to see three big wolves coming out of the woods. Two of them are brown, one is gray with white markings. All three are big and shaggy. Dirty and obviously not well fed. And all three have the deep dark brown eyes and the dark furred spot over half of their faces. The rogue mark. A mark that is there in both human and wolf form. The mark that shows that they are unwanted by a pack. Dangerous and unpredictable. Not to be trusted.

Without hesitation, Blaze leaps into the fray, his fur bristling with fury as he launches himself at the nearest rogue, teeth flashing in a display of primal dominance. Alexa and Dexter, their own wolf form a blur of motion and grace, and join Blaze in the fight, their movements fluid and coordinating as they engage the rogues with a fierce determination. Alexa's sleek black fur glistens in the moonlight as she dances around her opponents, her agility a testament to her skill in combat. Dexter, a massive gray wolf with eyes as sharp as flint, moved with calculated precision, his strength a formidable force to be reckoned with.

Not an animal something heavy trying to sneak. "Circle formation! Now!" Damian shouted. The 5 guards pulled weapons and circled around Sarah. But before they were ready, the bushes exploded. 3 huge, dirty rogue wolves jumped out. Their eyes were red and wild. Foam dripped from their teeth. They were starving and crazy. One lunged at Toby and knocked him down hard. Another bit a guard’s arm. He screamed. Sarah’s heart pounded, she backed up, hands flying to her stomach. She looked for somewhere to run. But the third rogue saw her.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

He growls low at me and throws us on our back, >Kaeden is our MATE - mate special< he throws back at me. We quickly jump up and stare in the direction of no man’s land. A group of rogue wolves no less than five, one male, two females and each female has a pup walking beside them. Cyro growls, gaining their attention. The group looks over in shock at Cyro and quickly makes a get-away.