Valentina POV
Instinctively, my hands move to aim the gun at the voice yelling “Vixen” at me. I crane my neck to look at the top of the rocks, to see who is calling me. To my surprise, I see the man who was referred to as the beta by his “King” standing there, with his arms raised in defense. My hackles rise and I am immediately on high alert.
The man has blonde hair and brown eyes, and although he is a little too skinny, which many rogues are, he is still a big, bulky dude. He has a big scar running across his chest and collarbone all the way to his shoulder. I tilt my head questioningly, unsure of what he wants from me and why he didn’t attack on sight as he was ordered by his so-called King to do so. “What do you want from me?” I ask tentatively. “I mean no harm, Vixen. My King order
