He seems to find my outburst funny, as he murmurs something I don't catch under his breath with a deep chuckle before continuing. "You worked at the Red Wolf Pack as a maid for four years and only recently just resigned. There were no clear plans on where you were headed next. No one seemed to know a thing about you, the pregnancy or who the father of your child might be. I also find it rather strange that you got attacked on the night you left, even though those woods have been said to be rogue-free for the longest time. And the beatings..."
His eyes drop to the nearly healed bruises along the length of my arms and darken. His fists clench. "Rogues don't move that way. You had to have pissed someone off to end up the way I found you. And whoever it is seemed to have been well aware of yo
