‘We’ve got rogues at the northern border!’ Kai yelled through a mind link. ‘Only two or three, but I’m south. You guys are closer.”
My house arrest was going to have to wait. Marcus and I shifted into our wolves and bolted for the border at top speed.
There were actually four of them. Savage beasts with red eyes, snarling and digging their claws into the dirt. Rogues didn’t howl, they screamed, and the sound was like nothing you’d ever heard in your life. To a non-warrior wolf it was utterly terrifying.
Rogues were mad on bloodlust and hunger. And they were ready to kill. That was the only thing that Rogues derived any pleasure from. Cold-blooded murder. Then they would feed off of the blood of their kills. They were more like vampires in that way.
If they got past our defen
