Chapter 152

CLAUDIA. The tip of the needle is pressing against my skin, and I can feel it very nearly slipping in. One wrong breath and I would have a whole syringe of the potion that turns people into Rogues right into my bloodstream. One wrong flinch, and I would turn into something different. More like Tristan, like he said. Part Rogue, part Siren Wolf. "Have you ever considered the possibilities?" Tristan whispers to me, his lips dangerously close to my ear. "Have you ever thought of the power you would have? This wonderful elixir could make you withstand just about anything. It's honestly exhilarating. The others love it as well." He motions to the Rogues in front of me. They're sniffing at me like bloodhounds ready for a meal. They're bigger than actual Wolves, and their features seem to be a little deformed. I can see hints of humanity on their faces and that makes them more scary. The fact that he has different kinds of Rogues, ranging from the fragile ones that everyone grew to fear