Joyce’s hubris was palpable. She fancied herself a queen among wolves, a human elevated above her kind. But to Savannah, she was nothing more than a delusional coward, hiding behind the rogues she had allied with. Savannah’s sharp eyes scanned the area. Ten rogues, she noted silently. Not impossible odds, but not favorable either.
What Joyce didn’t know—or perhaps arrogantly disregarded—was the law of the wolves. Humans like her, who collaborated with rogues, were committing a capital offense. And capital offenses carried capital punishment. Savannah took solace in that fact.
As Joyce’s gloating continued, Savannah’s mind raced. She had been surrounded by wolves her entire life, though she had rarely seen them in their true form. Her encounters were usually with criminals and delinquents
