The Rogues Who Went Rogue

In a world where rogues are hunted, a new Alpha rises, battling not only external threats but also the ghosts of a past love. When a rare red wolf crosses his path, he's forced to confront his deepest instincts, blurring the lines between duty and desire. Can he protect the innocent, even if it means defying the Queen and risking everything he believes in?

The Rogues Who Went Rogue

In a world where rogues are hunted, a new Alpha rises, battling not only external threats but also the ghosts of a past love. When a rare red wolf crosses his path, he's forced to confront his deepest instincts, blurring the lines between duty and desire. Can he protect the innocent, even if it means defying the Queen and risking everything he believes in?

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, purple shadows across the ancient woods. Alpha Tate, a formidable brown-furred wolf, tore through the undergrowth, Beta Mannon's black form a blur beside him, and Xiera's grey wolf a swift shadow. The air thrummed with the thrill of the chase, a familiar rhythm after eight months of rogue hunting.

Yet, a gnawing weariness settled among the pack. How much longer could this relentless pursuit last? The sheer numbers of remaining rogues seemed insurmountable, and the constant vigilance was exhausting even for the smaller packs. Only Tate, perhaps, found a strange solace in the hunt, a desperate distraction from thoughts of Lucianne, now the Lycan Queen, and the agonizing memory of her radiant happiness with another.

His animal, ever vigilant, sensed the approaching rogues. Two black, and then, a flash of impossible, startling wine-red. A red wolf. Thought to be extinct, a creature of myth. Tate's focus sharpened, his predatory instincts overriding his surprise. With a guttural howl that echoed through the twilight forest, he surged forward, cutting off their escape. The rogues whimpered, a plea for mercy in the face of his overwhelming presence.