CHAPTER 172 ROGUES

DOMINIC I growled in anger at the scent in the air. It was the scent of unmated male rouges. I knew why they were here. The scent of Minerva heat had brought them here. No grown male wolf could resist the scent of a female wolf in heat unless he were mated. That was why the moon goddess always blesses the intended female with extraordinary strength to fend them off. "What's wrong, Dominic? Minerva asked, frowning at my increased growling, which was making my chest vibrate. My completely black eyes had already returned to my golden brown ones. She couldn't sense them yet as she was still weak, and her sense of smell dwindled, even though she had the true blood of the original werewolves to have first existed. That was how the moon goddess had ordained it. A story said she did it so that the females could rely on the wolf to protect her and feel her male prowess in her time of weakness. "The rouges are here. It seemed your scent of heat had taken over the forest, so they tra