Best Decision

Along with a division of two dozen soldiers, Vaarin rushed to the site of invasion by the rogues. The place reeked of blood. Limbs, flesh and blood were scattered on the ground. It was easy to guess that the soldiers who were attacked were taken by surprise. He just couldn't understand that all these years the rogues hadn't touched the Whiteclaw pack. How come they struck at this time? 

As Vaarin surveyed the area where the carnage took place, he tried to put things together. What was it that he was missing? He knew that many people from his pack had turned rogues during the long years of war. It was time to increase his efforts to bring them back to the mainstream. It was going to be a tedious affair, but he was sure that the life as a rogue was one, they would want to abandon and live a more peaceful life. But then there were people—strong people, people in power, who wanted these men to remain as rogues.