Brandon
I went to the werewolf and crouched with him. "Are you a rogue?" I asked, demandingly, with anger in my voice. My eyes furrowed as I glared at him.
The werewolf's eyes opened slowly and stared back at me. He was clearly in pain, and I could see the fear in his eyes. But when I asked him if he was a rogue, he shook his head.
I wasn't sure if I could trust him, but something about him seemed different. I wasn't sure what it was, but I couldn't bring myself to leave him here alone and injured.
"We can't just leave him here," I said to Dennis. "Even if he's not a rogue, he needs care"
"But I think he is a rogue. He is just lying, and yes, we are going to take him with us so that we can interrogate him" I said, standing up.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Dennis said, his brow
