I looked out through the eyes of my wolf, Zion, as his paws pounded along the undergrowth of the forest. Another report of a rogue gave me another opportunity to take my energy and anger out. Zion, once more deeply focused on hunting down the fucker who thought it was acceptable to overstep onto our lands… I was more than ready to allow him to take them down and punish them, like the ones before. Punish each and every rogue we could get our paws upon.
Rogues are the reason I lost my Isla. And each and every rogue after her that crossed our border would be made to pay. This may be seen as irrational, but to me, it made perfect sense. Absolute sense. And that was always going to be my plan.
‘No scent of rogues here.’ Zion tells me, sounding more than a little disappointed, and I have to
