As soon as the scent hit me, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
Rogues.
“What are two beautiful ladies doing all the way out here alone?” a grungy voice growled.
“Stay close. These are the type of wolves you should be afraid of.”
Gabriella quickly scampered behind me, causing the rogue in front of us to chuckle, “Don’t be afraid of me, hunny. I only bite a little,” the rogue chuckled with a wink.
He was dirty and dingy, reeking of rot and garbage. He’d been a rogue for quite some time with that smell. Two more rogues walked out from behind trees with sickly smiles on their faces.
“Why do they smell so bad?” Gabriella squeaked quietly.
One of them tilted their head, “Now that’s not very nice little lady.”
“I suggest you leave before I tear you to pieces,” I grow
