I had checked most of the perimeter when a distinctive scent hit my nostrils. I had been taught from a young age how to recognise the scent of a rogue, so smelling one here while my mate was in such a vulnerable state set my nerves on edge.
Some werewolves classified all wolves without a pack as rogues but it wasn’t an accurate description. True rogues have lost control of their wolves and reverted to a more primal state. They are dangerous and react mostly on instinct and desire, if they want something they are not afraid to kill for it. I needed to take this rogue down before they had a chance to hurt June.
Spinning around I used my nose to follow the repulsive scent of rogue until I came face to face with him. He was still in his human form but his claws and fangs were extended. The
