The Rogue Lands did not appear on any map.
To the human world, it was a designated nature preserve deep in the Cascade Mountains—a rugged, impassable stretch of jagged peaks and dense, suffocating forests where hikers frequently went missing. To the Shifter world, it was a graveyard. It was where the lawless, the broken, and the mad went to hide when they had nowhere else to run.
Ryan Evans sat on a crate in a damp, limestone cave, shivering violently.
A week ago, he had been wearing a three-thousand-dollar suit, sipping scotch in a penthouse, and planning his ascension to Alpha. Now, he was wearing a stolen, grime-stained parka, and his hands...
He looked down at his hands. The skin was grey and peeling, like parchment left out in the rain. Black veins pulsed beneath the surface, trac
