Sofia Rhys.
I have heard of rogues, from stories when I was younger and those from Dad—the former Alpha King. Every once in a while, he’d leave because of certain rogue attacks that needed his attention and stuff, but I’d always been shielded in the walls of the palace that I’d never encountered seeing them in real life. Till now.
Those blood red eyes stared back at us, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t send chills down my spine. I could feel my stomach being in knots, and it wasn’t just from fear. The stench of them is nauseating, they reek of walking death.
It makes sense, because from what I know, rogues are wolves that’ve been either banished from their packs, or those that end up being one against their wishes—kind of like their old packs have been destroyed and none is wil
