Chapter 33 - The Rogues

The forest was illuminated by an unsettling silver light as the moon hovered low in the night sky. With their dark limbs extending toward the sky like knotted fingers, the trees stood towering and still. Tucked away from the public eye, deep in this woodland, was the entrance to an underground cave. It was a land of darkness and hopelessness, a haven for the cursed souls that called it home, rogue werewolves, beings doomed to an agonizing half-life, imprisoned in their hideous forms forever. These weren't your typical werewolf. A horrible curse had robbed them of their humanity and left them confined to their lupine bodies. They had previously been men and women, great warriors of their clans. Their claws and fangs were as sharp as razors, their fur was thick and matted, and their eyes glowed with a dark appetite. With a savage grace, they moved, the curse heightening their senses and their desperation to escape their suffering controlling every thought. Thick vegetation and a b