“Who are you and why are you following me?” demanded Raven ripping off her mask when they had made it to an abandoned building.
“Just someone wishing to help,” answered Oliver.
“Are you a Rouge?” wondered Trevor. “I can’t imagine you belong to a pack, that’s asking for war.”
“Rouge aren’t usually that strong. If you want to help, then show us who you are,” challenged Raven, eyeing him up, there was an odd pull about him.
Oliver chuckled, “You’re right, a rouge isn’t that strong, so where does that lead?”
“You’re going against your own pack?” Trevor looked surprised.
“We should just kill him,” suggested Raven.
“Go ahead pretty girl,” taunted Oliver.
“Raven, no,” Trevor walked in front of Raven as she took a step towards Oliver. “I know you past history with werewolves isn’t the gre
