Skylar's P.O.V
I'd only ever seen a rogue twice in my life. Once when the pack was attacked and another, when we went on a school trip and were ambushed by a group of them.
I didn't know much but the one thing I did know was that they were almost always alone.
That meant they were lonely, isolated from everyone else, and I knew exactly how crazy that could make you.
This one though, looked insane. It had a scar over their left eye, probably meaning it only had one functioning eye.
It's fur was dark, almost black and covered in dirt and dried blood. It's teeth were stained yellow and I jumped back slightly as it bared it's canines at me.
The bushes beside me rustled slightly and a smaller rogue crept out. It's fur was singed slightly, as if burnt in a fire, and it began circling me.
