It was a long drive, we sat in that car for at least three hours before we reached the border-- driving past packs on the way and even a village of rogues setting camp by the forest line.

They were allowed to live in packs with a chosen Alpha in peace, as long as they didn't try to uproar against any of the solidified packs and their territory.

"Filth." The driver muttered as he looked out over the village of rogues we drove past.

"I'm sorry, did you see your reflection?" I ...