"We need to see this rogue," Christian said, already moving toward the door even though he could barely walk yesterday.
"You're still injured—"
"I'm fine." Christian's jaw was set in that way that meant arguing was pointless. "Marcus, assemble an escort."
Twenty minutes later, we were heading to the border with Marcus and six warriors flanking us. My stomach was doing weird flip-flop things because something about this felt wrong. A rogue showing up right after Harold's cryptic warning? Too convenient.
The rogue was waiting in wolf form at the territory line, and even from a distance, I could see the trembling. The submission posture. This wolf wasn't here to fight.
Christian positioned himself slightly in front of me as we got closer. Protective Alpha mode fully activated
