Sam Evans, also known to the rouge camp as High Leader Evans, watched all the she-wolves that served the camp mill about as they did their daily chores. They didn't look happy. They looked dejected and scared. He couldn't understand why. He had freed them from the rules of pack life. As a rogue, they were free to do as they wished. Be with who they want to be with. They don't have to follow the Moon Goddess like most packs want them to do. Once they were done with their daily work, they were able to do anything. Granted, he did notice that some of the males were rough with them, but he made sure to tell those males to go easy. He turned and went back to his tent where his own special she-wolf was lying and waiting to please him.
"Hello, my princess. Are you ready to please yo
