Chapter 72

Liya’s POV

Surprise flickered through me as Jameson steered me away from the cluster of out of shape buildings. I'd half-expected to meet a disorganized group of rogues huddled around a fire, sharing stories of their struggles and plotting menace.

But in their case, they were just a bunch of people fighting for survival, if anything, they inspire me. The fact that they were able to survive the war and still form a community of strong people who looked out for themselves.

Rogues were often seen as werewolves who do not abide by laws, werewolves who brought chaos wherever they went, but these people were nothing like that. Perhaps they’ve always been misunderstood.

Don’t get me wrong, some of them were complete neanderthals, with myopic sense of reasoning. They’re go to war even at the expense of their family.

"There are others here?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

Jameson chuckled. "Yeah, there are. But they're not exactly the 'let's hold hands and sing campfire songs' type. They keep thei