Clay’s P.O.V
The clothes I was given fit me perfectly, although they were not mine.
I returned back to the abandoned house I had been living in for the past years, but now everything was different. I needed a room to sleep in and raw food wasn’t that appealing anymore. My pack was trying to make sense of how I was standing on two legs now, just as much as I was.
I was a rogue now, that much I understood. But what caused me to change back to my human form? Rogues couldn’t do that. Once we become rogue, we embrace the feral life of the wolf and there’s no turning back. Then how was this possible?
My memories were hazy, but I had knowledge. I understood and I learned, but not as fast. I was weaker; my brain didn’t work as fast as it was supposed to.
With confusion swirling in my mind, ma
