I moved across the clearing, each step sinking my boots into the wet ground. Around me, the rogues were gathered, their eyes glistening with a combination of hunger and expectation. It was not one quick glance that revealed their restlessness; their entire manner was tight with the same tension coursed through me. Each of them arrived here for one reason: power. And I had assured them more than plenty of it.
But this had never been based just on territory or authority. It centered on Cora. My blood boiled at her with Ethan. She was, no matter what anyone said, MY Cora. Ethan had no right to keep her stashed like a pawn in a warped game of chess.
I looked over at Pearl, a few feet away. Her arms crossed, her eyes peered over the wolf assembly. Since our last meeting with the Shadow Creek
