P.O.V Brielle
It was strange, I was traded by my pack Alpha, the person supposed to protect me, to a Rogue that we are supposed to fear. Here I am, in a Limo on a road in the middle of the night riding somewhere unknown, I am sitting down, not tied up, and beside me is the person that sent a letter of war to my pack. To get me???? My head was full. Why??? Does he know me??? He said my name in the forest.
Sensing me looking he locked eyes with mine, Brown Eyes.
“Still Scared of me?” I just nodded a no. “That is interesting, since I am the Rogue Master, as the packs called me.”
“How do you know me?”
“Know you?” Trying to look innocent.
“Yes, you said my name in the forest. How do you know my name?”
“Because I have been watching you since I was eleven years old.” Smirking.
“You were
