WARNING!!! This chapter contains descriptions of rape and s****l abuse
Lesley’s POV
When I walked through the door, my heart dropped to the floor. They were rogues this time. Skinny, rough around the edges, and generally not pleasing to look at.
Rogues wolves were rare, but nevertheless extremely dangerous. They lost their humanity the second they left their packs, and most were killed on sight; especially if the pack was close to human settlements like ours was.
Of course, there were exceptions. For example, if you left your pack before you shifted or if you left because you were in fear of your life. But not even then were you safe from the ultimate end that remaining a rouge meant: your sanity would depart you! And returning from that was close to impossible…
My uncle’s rogues were
