~Serena~Werewolves live and hunt in packs, and when a member is sentenced to exile, they become rogue, destined to live and die alone. I can consider myself a rogue now, except I am wolfless. This rogue would recognize me as a human with the scent of a wolf from Embercrest. His enemy.As the alpha’s only child, I was taught self-defense at an early age, but I never needed to use these skills outside of sparring or training. Heart lodged in my throat, and I pressed my back against the tree as a rogue emerged from the bushes before me. Barely skin, fur, and bones, its mud-matted brown fur clung to its body like a second skin. Hunger gleamed in its eyes, seeing me as its first meal after famine. Baring its teeth, it snarled and crouched, leaping in my direction. Its movement was unsteady and slow.I jumped out of my hiding spot, rolling away from the rogue as its body slammed into the tree with a loud thud. It hissed, shaking its head to gain his balance, locking eyes with me as I stoo
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