NATALIA
I hated him. Every fiber of my being screamed that I should punch that smug expression off his face and maybe run for my life, but instead, I was just glaring at him. Because beneath all that arrogance, he was right. I hadn’t even been rogue for a month, and I was already causing a commotion.
I’d been barely holding it together since I was cast out. I was scrambling for shelter, fighting hunger, and trying not to draw attention. Just when I thought I could have some peace living under everyone’s radar, this happened.
The rogue tilted his head, watching my silence with too much interest.
“See? You can’t even answer me. You’re fresh from a pack, and you still think you’re protected. It could happen.” He answered as if trying to teach me a valuable lesson.
My nails dug deeper i
