I press my lips together, "I'm not entirely sure she is a Rogue. She doesn't show any of the signs."
"So, it's a she," Finn sounds intrigued. "Since when do you involve yourself with female shifters, Morris? I thought you had sworn to practice celibacy."
Unlike me, Finn has spent years trying to find his mate. The idea of being mated and building his own family is far too appealing to him. But then he had a good family unit where he was loved. The people I call my family are power-hungry vultures, my father the biggest of them all. He ruined an innocent life to seize power and control and shed blood that should never have been shed.
I swallow, looking out the window, forcing those memories back.
No. I will never give a female the mating mark. I will never marry a woman of my father's c
