Chapter 9

“We are no longer the animals we once were,” Silverbane explained. The rogues stretched out on their makeshift beds and listened intently to him like eager children. Even Asher and Terry, the fighters of the group, occasionally glanced at him as he explained the dynamics of modern werewolf society. “You all came to your heritage without the benefit of a pack—rogues, as we would call you.”

“We found each other.” Erin, the brunette, took the hand of one of the lesser males. They shared a bed and a bond that even Josh could see. “After the transformation took us, we had nowhere to go.”

“Didn’t your families accept you?” Elaine asked.

Erin shook her head. “They saw us as freaks, monsters. We weren’t human anymore.”

Josh didn’t envy rogues who had to face their wolf side without the guidance of someone with wolf blood.

Most rogues were orphans or runaways, but from the sound of it, these rogues had parents without wolf blood. Maybe they were adopted and didn’t know it.