Lifting her head, she looked at the huge rogue in front of her that was looking at her and her son ferociously with its red eyes, bloodied fangs, and sharp claws. The air stood still as she stared at the rogue in the dead forest.
The moment Meirah sensed the presence of rogues, her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. Rogues were unpredictable, wild werewolves that had lost their sense of humanity, becoming feral and dangerous. Their reputation was one of pure dread and brutality.
As she scanned the surroundings, her sharp eyes caught sight of an unusually large shadow moving stealthily among the trees. Its immense size and hulking silhouette left no doubt in Meirah's mind about its identity. This wasn't just rogue; this was something different. Its build was very huge, and the eyes were
