“One more thing, my dad never kicked me out of the pack. He left the pack on his own. We were living on the boundary of the small house. My dad was a mechanic.” I was just swirling my pen on the end page of my book. I didn’t know what I was drawing, it was a random design while chatting with him, but he carefully noted down every point.
“So you and your dad lived a rogue life?” Even though he maintains his voice, his expression tells itself how much he hates rogues. The rogues mainly attacked wolves in the group, but we were just humans that formed out of mutation in our genes. How could we harm the group of wolves?
“You hate rogues too?” I asked him with surprise.
“Yeah”. He turned the page of the book and replied.
“So, basically, you hated omega, human and rogues all.”
“Not the way
