GiannaWarren is almost nineteen years old and the eldest of these three, while Emmanuel is fourteen and the youngest of them.Emmanuel is the one who first warmed up to me, and because of him, the rest of them also began talking to me. Warren is highly protective of his brothers, so it wasn't easy to win over his trust. But I didn't mind his rude behavior because it was his defense mechanism to protect everyone he cared about.I know it would have been difficult for him to come here asking for help, but if he has, then it means something is really serious."You are Alpha Jarek, our Alpha?" Emmanuel looks awestruck as he looks at Jarek's face, then his eyes shift to his bulging arm muscles."Emmanuel, how many times have I told you we don't have any Alpha?" Isaac glares at Emmanuel, "We are not like others. We are rogues, and no Alpha accepts us in their land.""Why?" The corners of Emmanuel's lips turn downward in a frown. "Because of some bad rogues, everyone thinks even we are lik

Jarek I watch Warren storm off the room while Gianna places her arms around Isaac and Emmanuel in an attempt to comfort them. They look dejected as they stare in the direction of the door, unable to accept that their brother wants to abandon them. A solemn air has washed over the entire room because this is probably the first time that we all have acknowledged that these rogues are just like us. Earlier, all the thought the rogues were nothing but evil and manipulative beings that had no feelings of right or wrong. But seeing these pups is like a wake-up call for every one of us because they aren't different from anyone of us. When I look at everyone, I notice the hint of guilt in everyone's gaze because somewhere, we have also wronged them just because they are rogues. Gianna looks at me, her own gaze brimming with unshed tears. Nodding my head at her, I stand up silently, telling her not to worry about anything. I didn't need to announce that the Church was over, as everyone a

Gianna I am trying to engage in a conversation with other club members, but I often find myself spacing out. My mind keeps on drifting to Jarek. the worry about his safety is clawing in my heart. Not only his but dad's and other club members who are with them. This meeting unnerves me because maybe I am aware it is because of that it is happening in the first place. If anything goes wrong, then I will not be able to forgive myself ever. Picking up the glass of ice water, I take a large sip while everyone at the table enjoys their beer. This wait is making me physically sick. A few minutes later, I feel bile rising up my throat, causing me to hop off the chair and run to the nearby toilet. Monica rushes inside the toilet along with Karen as I heave my guts over the toilet bowl. She grabs my hair to keep them away from my face, and Karen sits beside me on the bathroom tiles, holding my hand. I keep up throwing up, emptying the contents of my stomach until there is nothing left.

Jarek My wolf is clawing to come outside, but since I can't communicate with these rogue wolves in my wolf form, I need to stay in my human form. Warren is also fighting in his human form beside me, as he is the bridge between the rogue wolves and me. He can communicate with them through the mindlink, even in his human form, just like I can within my wolves. These rogues fight dirty and have raw, untamed energy, which is working in our favor in this situation, as these hunters can't judge their attacks. Daniel and my wolves will be here in more or less ten minutes. Until then, we have to hold back these hunters from reaching the females and children. The way these rogues are fighting, I don't think we will have any problem in keeping these hunters away from the building. The aura of Warren is strong as his wolf has come forward. He has taken two hunters down effortlessly, even in his human form, which is something commendable as these hunters match werewolves' strength and agility

Gianna When I step outside the room, sure enough, a large black wolf is growling ferociously at everyone. Xavier is standing beside the carcass of someone, and the blood dripping down from Jarek's jaws is enough to tell me that he is the one to have served justice to this person. From the corner of my eye, I glance at the mutilated body to notice a mop of familiar hair, and I realize this is the new bartender whom the club has appointed in the absence of Lily. My eyes flicker to Xavier, and then I stare at the glass in his hand. It is the same glass from which I have drank water. His eyes are still black as he looks at me and nods his head slowly as if answering my silent question. The glass in his hand shatters as he clutches it tightly in his fist. and then he throws it beside the body laying on the ground. He looks at him with hatred, and I am afraid that he is ready to damage the already mutilated body even more. I don't think, at this moment, I have in me to stomach any