Malcom POV
The park outskirts of The New Snow Moon Pack
If only these foolish wolves knew they didn’t own everything. Maybe then, this day wouldn’t feel so cold. Maybe it could have been a good day—something to contrast with the blood and murder staining it. But who am I to talk?
Nyx, my Lycan, growled in my mind.
“We should leave, Malky.”
He was right. We both hailed from the lands of sand and sun, far from the endless cold. But this wasn’t the worst of it. Wolves were abandoning their packs left and right, tired of the instability and betrayal festering under weak leadership. Nyx and I? We decided to leave when one of those fools turned on his fated mate and nearly destroyed his chosen. That was the final straw.
Now rogues wander everywhere, and some creatures, like us, prefer goin
