An Heir from my rejected mate

listen to what the armies were talking about. "I have to do this," She muttered to herself, Her fingers tightened into a fist. The Armies of Sivercrest pack were a few meters away fro

tened her fist, "I'm never going to let that wretched girl come back to this pack, I'm not going to allow her to take my place again." She signaled for her rider to divert the carriage North. *** Just as the armies arrived in the middle of the woods, other werewolves who were not part of them eloped from their behind. They were very aggressive, they began to change into their wolf form as their fingers started turning into sharp claws and they were gnarling in anger. Their sharp claws dug into the skins of Silvercrest Armies and blood gushed out from their body. They were wrenched in pain, unable to fight back the rogues who appeared too strong as rogues. They killed almost all the Silvercrest armies until some began to run away. After they finished their attack, someone eloped from behind the woods, her cloak covering her face so that anyone couldn't see her face. "Well done!, Leader of Rogues," she clapped her hand gently. The leader of the Rogue nodded," You know the deal right." "Of course." As the Rogues walked away, Adria heard the rustling of leaves behind her, she turned and she noticed a figure that moved swiftly. Her heart raced, her forehead creased With anxiety, someone might have seen her. As she walked forward to where she heard the sound from, she heard a gurgling sound from the direction. She stepped back into flight mode, her heart began to race and the hair at the back of her neck stood up. A figure emerged from inside the wood, she wanted to scream. Before she saw that it was just one of the Rogue, his fingers were covered in blood. He nodded to her and Adria nodded back, she went further in that direction to take a better look and saw that it was one of the armies. He might have seen her face, She thought. " serves him right," she muttere