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.