Chapter 135: Type 1 Rogues: Part One

Esme and Marcus stood still, their bodies tense as they tried to scope out the situation. Another type 1 rogue was across from them, and from the sound of the footfall, it was approaching them warily, not charging at them like how they expected it to. Marcus lowered down to a crouch near his duffel bag, his eyes set straight ahead. 

"What are you thinking?" Esme whispered, waiting for this rogue to appear. The option to not fight was looking less promising right now.

"Maybe we should just shift and run. We're quicker than most. What do you think?" He asked while lengthening the straps to which she knew he would put on his back for when he shifted.

"Shift now, I'll follow as well," Esme ordered quietly, then narrowed her gaze to the wolf's grey-haired form coming into view. While Esme scrutinised the male werewolf, Marcus shifted by her side. 

"One second.." She muttered more to herself, tilting her head to the side of the wolf, baring its teeth at them in a growl, its snout scrunched up with its ears pointed back. It took another step forward, and Marcus made a warning growl, but it was more for her to get her ass in gear.

Esme brought her hand up in front of Marcus' face to calm him, which it did not. She started to slowly walk forwards, making sure not to step on anything that might upset this rogue. Marcus barked at her, but Esme ignored him and paused when the other wolf growled again. Her eyes were locked with his, and she knew it came off as a challenge, but she couldn't help it. 

The rogue's eyes were not a bright red like the others, they were almost like a milky pink, and she could still somehow see a bit of life behind them. Was she crazy for thinking that? But what if this rogue wasn't officially a type 1 yet? It hadn't attacked them yet and seemed to be growling at them in warning than in attack mode. Was he in the middle of transforming into a type 1?

Taking a gamble on this little theory of hers, she bared her neck to him. Marcus barked, almost as if he was saying, 'what the hell are you doing!?', and Esme slowly raised her eyes after hearing the growling wolf stop and tilt its head slightly, almost in confusion. 

"Look at his eyes, Marcus. I think the human side is still in there.." Esme whispered back before she started to walk forwards again, stopping on the other side of the stream. The wolf had backed up a little, growling then stopping, and occasionally its head seemed to click to its side like it was going to have a seizure.

"We won't hurt you," Esme said calmly and met the wolf's eyes again. "Shift back so we can talk properly."

Marcus barked from behind her urgently, and Esme looked to the side in case the other two were nearby. But they weren't, and the sounds caused by them still seemed to be at a reasonable distance. She looked back at the other wolf, who still seemed confused; his ears flicked up alert then back down before it clicked its head to the side and started to growl again.

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"Hey, stop being a dick and shift. I can understand my friend well but not you, stranger. We won't attack," She said, lacing a bit of her Luna's voice into her speech. The wolf stopped growling and straightened before jogging behind a tree. 

Esme could hear the wolf's transformation, each bone-cracking slowly, and the wolf's cries turned into a man's screams. 

"Shit," She cursed under her breath and looked to the side again, trying to listen out for the other rogues. He was making so much noise, but she didn't anticipate his struggle in shifting.

"C-clothes!" A man's voice, she presumed to be the rogue came from behind the tree. Esme blinked in surprise and turned to Marcus, looking at him pointedly and waiting as he lowered down onto the ground for her to climb onto his back and unzip his bag for another shirt. Marcus whined in annoyance.

"Oh shush, we'll go shopping. Look, I only grabbed some shorts," Esme replied to the wolf, rezipping the bag and climbing back down, jogging over to the tree and throwing the pair of shorts in his direction. 

"T-thanks!" The man then cleared his throat. His voice sounded rough, like he hadn't used it in a while; it made her wonder just how long he'd stayed in his wolf form. 

With the sound of a branch snapping, Esme backed away; Isana was still alert, she was wary of this werewolf that was not quite a type 1 rogue yet, and at the others, they snuck away from. A man in his mid-thirties appeared, he was on the scrawnier side of what she was used to seeing in males, but she put that down to the life of a rogue. His brown hair was greasy and dishevelled, and a beard growing halfway down his neck; one of his hazel eyes looked gaunt and if a little clouded in one of them, almost like he was blind.

"Hey," Esme greeted him with a wave, hiding the nervousness she felt from this man's presence. "Are you with the other two?" She pointed her chin in the other rogue's direction.

"No," His voice was more powerful than earlier and strode forwards, making Esme back away, almost stumbling back into the stream, but she regained her balance and stopped on the other side. The man's gaze followed her and almost looked sad by her reaction. He stopped on the other side of the stream and crouched down, cupping the water in his hands and sipping from it. 

Esme continued to stare at him, feeling guilty by openly gawking at the mess of this poor guy. He looked like he needed food, a bath and possibly counselling.. There was an almost dead look to his eyes, but she didn't know if that was to do with what he was, whatever he was, she wasn't entirely sure, or by something that had happened to him.

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