WOLF
I stood at the head of the long, battered table inside the Renegade Rogues' clubhouse; on the other side of the table sat my most trusted brothers.
Cutter, Teddy, Hawkeye, Ratchet, Timber and Bullfrog sat with their arms folded, anticipation in their features.
These were the ones who had ridden with me through the years, trained with me, fought alongside me, and protected the borders, and this town by my side. The ones who knew how to keep their mouths shut and their claws ready.
The ones to always have my back. Yet, now I was left to question that.
I cleared my throat, and the low rumble of conversation died instantly.
"What I say in this room," I began, voice steady but edged, "doesn't go past these walls. Not to the prospects. Not to the support crew. Not even to your old
