Chapter 55

< Russia ~~ Moscow City... >

< Rogues Hideout... >

The air was thick with tension in the dimly lit underground hideout, where the rogues had gathered in secret. The place was damp and cold, the stone walls dripping with moisture, making the atmosphere oppressive. The rogues, outcasts from the werewolf society, had been forced to live in the shadows, scraping by with whatever they could find. They were the lowest of the low, shunned and despised by even the weakest members of the werewolf hierarchy. But now, after years of suffering and indignity, they had had enough.

Their leader, a grizzled and scarred wolf named Gregor, stood before them, his voice a low growl as he addressed the gathered rogues. His eyes glowed with a mix of fury and desperation, emotions that had been simmering for years, now ready to boil over.

“We’ve been pushed around for too long,” Gregor snarled, his voice echoing through the hideout. “We’ve been treated like dirt, like we’re less than nothing. Alpha Vlad an