Chapter 164 Miles

• It doesn’t take long to find rogues when you are roaming through free land. They tend to stay away from the packlands of Alphas if they can help it, because they would be attacked and punished for trespassing. Punishment for rogues was never humane… though I have to say, I quite enjoyed it. I also quite enjoyed hunting the weaker rogues down. They were always good to take my anger out on, and rarely had much strength to fight back. Always gave me quite the thrill...
• And after running from my pack, I was soon on free land, and immediately picked up the overwhelming scent of rogues. There was no denying that stench. A werewolf has an individual scent, one that can identify them… usually pleasant, especially to its mate. But a rogue, their stench was nothing but horrendously sickening. Foul. A combination of death and rotting garbage. I certainly did not choose to spend time with them if I had any option, but today I found myself with no choice. My father had left me with no choice when he had ordered my pack members not to follow my orders…
• I followed the stench, and it wasn’t hard. I found a small camp within the deeper reaches of the forest, which told me this had to be a cluster of rogues. And the moment I stepped into their camp, they were all upon me… but the moment I shifted back into my human form, they withdrew. Evidently uncertain why I would shift when they were still in wolf form and could attack. And while the need to talk to them was strong, and it was urgent, I knew I must gain their trust and assistance. In order to do that, I had to resist the urge to attack them all.