*Jared*
When we were just about to shift and set out to track down the vile Blood Moon pack, a hurried voice stopped us.
“Alpha Jared!"
I ignored the voice, unwilling to turn my attention away from the task at hand, but Kent grabbed my arm, pulling me back. I gave him an irritated look but dutifully turned around.
Todd, the rogue was running toward us. He was probably not much younger than me, but there was an eagerness about him that was childish.
I sneered at him, angry that he had slowed us down.
“Why are you still on my land?" I snapped.
As a courtesy that I felt was too kind, we had Avery look the guy over before sending him on his way once it was clear he had sustained no serious injuries.
Most of the vicious rogues we encountered in the past had scars, patched fur, or wound
