Morgan
I had barely begun questioning before the rogue clammed up, all I had so far was a name and an age. I really needed to get his pack’s name, but when I asked about it, the fear and the pain was written all over his face. Hopefully, we could circle back to it later.
"Why were you made a rogue? No offense, but you don't seem dangerous or threatening," I asked.
The frown only deepened on his face and the sorrow that momentarily lanced out from his wolf was soul-splitting. He reined himself in almost immediately, but it was too late. My wolf had felt it. Whatever happened to this man had physically scarred his spirit, his wolf.
‘Alpha? Your brothers are h…’ the guard began, but her mind-link was cut off by Cal.
‘Who is that man?!’ He demanded.
Cal’s voice was full of his Alpha auth
