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Her face became dark and she thought. She gave a soft growl. "I'm glad they're dead. Rogues are nothing but dirt under your shoes."

I looked up at her cautiously, not sure what to do about her bitter anger. I decided to speak up, it wasn't really my thing to stay quite anyways.

"Don't get me wrong, those rogues were the bottom of the barrel. In fact I'm kind of bummed that they didn't suffer longer." I started softly. "But, not all rogues are bad."

She looked at me sharply, shocked at my words. "Rogues are kicked out of their pack because they did something so horrible, they are dangerous to the rest of the pack."

I took a deep breath and continued. "I know a lot of rogues, and eighty percent of them don't deserve the hand they were given."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about Harlen, she was considered a rogue. She not a bad person."

"Harlen is different."

I shrugged my shoulders. "A lot of rogues are different."

It was true. A widowed mother and her newborn pup were banished to hide the