DeMarco’s POV
Rogue Canadian Compound
This place reeks.
Yes, we’re rogues, but even rogues can bathe. Too many of these wolves abandon their packs and act like their humanity rots away with the ties they left behind. Filth clings to them from their skin to their fur, and spirit. Disgusting.
That’s why I fixed up the abandoned packhouse. It wasn’t in terrible shape. Electricity still ran, hot water still poured. Whoever lived here must have left in a hurry. I decided that only the newly transitioned rogues stay inside. They can still control their instincts better than the older ones who’ve gone too feral. They occupied the surrounding cabins in the area.
Tonight, I call for the pretty shewolf, the one who tends the pup, Olivia. She’ll warm my bed after. She doesn’t know why Olivia a
