The Queen of Werewolf

red, her voice barely audible as

had once been a mentor, was disappointed in her. The sting of rejection burned more than the physical wounds, and Sasha grimaced, c

f sounds that only made her loneliness more profound. Sasha drag

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pace, desperately searching for a place to hide. More than once, she stumbled over exposed roots, her knees buckling as s

re I run into a Rogue," she thought,

hing-footsteps that were unmistakably those of a werewolf. Sasha's heart pound

t her, its fangs sinking deep into her left shoulder. Sasha was thrown to

ck

olf growled, his voice dripping with a siniste

s she clutched her injured shoulder. Fresh blood oozed from the

olf said, though his words were undermined

now-this werewolf was a Rogue, prowling for prey, and she'd been

ed silently, desperately trying to shift. But

ed softly in her mind, a whisper of r

nned, a wicked glint in his eyes. "There's something strange about you... It's not of

ruggled to stay on her feet, willing her legs to move, to run. But before she could take a step, the Rogue lunge

rt me, please!" she cried

ed in horror as fresh blood trickled

e stammered, her voice barely

r. "Just a message for the Vortex Pack... by killing one

as one of them? Her breath hitched as the realization da

eyes narrowing with bitter rage. "I just want m

in the world

ammered, her voice quaking. "Y-You've got the

narl twisted his face into a grotesque mask,

pelled from the Pack, and now attacked by a Rogue

ck! And I don't know Lucian! Please, let me go,

reveal sharp, glistening fangs. "I'll make your death painle

ow eyes glowing ominously in the dim light. Sasha's knees bu

es as the Rogue's hot breath brushed against her skin. So,

ur crashed into the Rogue, knocking him off balance. The Rogue sn

the grey-furred werewolf, his

pening, four more werewolves appeared

sted grin spreading across his face. "Saves

t girl!" the grey-furred

rupted in the middle of the forest. Snarls and the sound of snapping jaws f

ght be her only chance. With a body battered and bleeding, she q

fur was a deep, tawny shade that glistened in the moonlight, and there was a commanding aura

ence exuded a powerful, intimidating energy, and the others obeyed

as he caught a scent-faint but distinct, coming from the spot where Sasha had stood. He bent

lt of recognition. Sasha's pheromones were unmistakable, and somethi

my mate again," t