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I woke up to find myself in the territory of the rogue pack, the forbidden smell of wolves who betrayed their packs and formed a clique hung heavily in the air. It was the smell of rogues.
Vaguely, I heard what I later figured to be an argument.
"I told you not to touch her! Did you see her body? What the f**k is wrong with you?!" A familiar voice angrily yelled and I could tell that the sound came with a push at his opponent.
"She was resisting, we had to stop her somehow!"
"By hurting her? We had a deal, if you touch even a strand of hair on her head, I will not keep quiet about it!" I figured out the owner of the voice. It was Derek. But the other party, I couldn't identify.
"Will you beat me up then? Are you going to hit me for a fuckin cunt?"
There was another rough sho
