Twenty-five

Ravenna

Rogues.

Werewolves who have been abandoned by their pack or vice versa. Many of them tend to go crazy as they're without a pack nor are they with their leaders. Targets for mercenaries and bounty hunters. The life of a rogue was ruthless.

There were only a handful of rogues that were able to survive and withstand a lot of psychological trauma that tend to drive them crazy, an example was Karina's boyfriend, Konnor, but the rest of them went absolutely insane to the point they lost all signs of themselves, turning into beasts. Those were the kind I was facing right now.

I'm going to die. I'm really going to die tonight. There was no doubt in hell that they were going to slaughter me. The murderous glint in their eyes, the way they bared their teeth, and saliva dripping from their tongues like rabid dogs, hungry for their meal. Which in terms, they were. My little white wolf was their prey and they were ready to devour me at any given moment now.

I scanned the surroundings pan