He was happy. He had a mate and a pack, two things he'd thought at one point he would never have. Growing up as a rogue, Enid hadn't had any plans for the future. All he'd done was eat, train, sleep then wake up the next day and do it all over again. He had wanted friends but knew he couldn't have them because unlike packs, rogues weren't close to each other. There has been no bond between them. Maybe that was the reason he had done those horrible things without any remorse. He had been jealous of other wolves for having families and friends while he was alone. Together with other rogues, they'd slaughtered mercilessly.
Now that he was leading a new life, Enid found himself thinking about the disgusting things he'd done. Every time rogues attacked, he got scared of not just losing Evan
