Chapter Twenty Four
Jasira Sanders POV
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I can feel the way my body just takes a step back, I try to stand still. But rogue wolves are different from others. They often seek trouble, they like to be left alone, and they hate us. They kill, they haunt and move from one place to another. The threat of rogues will always be hanging on every pack.
And the last time I met a rogue, it took my mother away. The memories flash right in front of my eyes as I turn around and start to run. But with each step, my body feels like I am being pulled back.
I should have run harder that night, if I had tried harder, my mom might have survived. There's a sense of failure in me
And I see myself, trying to scream to seek help
But she didn't seek any. I still remember the foul smell from the rogue
