“You wish you were a rogue?” I whisper, leaning close to him because despite the chaos around us, I’m still worried someone will hear. “Why? Why would you wish that kind of hardship on yourself?”
“Because I hate being tied to the pack. They dictate everything I do, everything I am. Ever since I became a beta, I feel like I’ve lost a huge piece of myself.”
I feel for him, but I have to say my piece. “It’s still better than being a rogue. I’m always on high alert, waiting for an attack. Like the one today,” I say, and James flushes with embarrassment and guilt.
“Sorry about that,” he says.
“I didn’t bring it up to make you feel bad. I did it to prove a point. That people like me are vulnerable. I don’t have anyone other than Ben to look out for me, and our reliance on each other can mak
