Chapter 95

　　After Serena's declaration about the rogues earlier, I gave her a guest room for her and her daughter and sent them to bed. I promised her we would talk about it after she had gained some rest from the ordeal. Her story baffled me as to why a werewolf, even one as low as a Rogue, would want the blood of pack members. What were they looking for? Rogues could do nothing with the blood of those they had killed, so what was truly going on? 　　I sit in silence in the pack library, away from the prying eyes of any other pack members as I scour the pages of old pack history books. There had to be something in these stories that described what Serena saw. Frenzied, white-eyed rogues, after blood had to have been seen by someone before. 　　After looking for almost two hours, my wolf and I are as frustrated as ever. 　　"Ugh!" I let out as I throw the book I was currently looking through at the wall near the door, the pages shattering on the impact. I miss Riven so much. Nothing calms me anymore,