Chapter 26.

Marissa POV.

Rogues. These wolves used to belong to packs. Some choose to leave their pack for whatever reason whilst some would have been banished. Over time, they lose touch with their human side and stay locked in their wolf form. But they all have the same distinct scent, colourings, and eye colour. The stench of death and decay, their fur no longer the colour it was when they lived in a pack. They have adapted to their environment, their fur dark as mud and eyes red as a traffic light.

Once the wolf form takes over permanently, they lose all sense of humanity and go insane with the need to kill, and they don’t care who it is. They are mindless killing machines. Like zombies only after the need to satisfy their hunger and to dominate any weary traveller that strays from the path, kind of like me. I can’t survive against the rogues.

“Zarah, if you can hear me, please. I need you!” I panic as I try to reach my wolf, trying my best to break the barrier that binds her in place, but