Cara's pov
The moment I stepped into the Den, I was completely dumbfounded. This wasn’t just some hidden hangout spot in the woods. It was a full-on club. In a rogue pack! Music boomed from hidden speakers, the bass so deep I could feel it in my bones. Neon lights flashed overhead, casting the room in an eerie glow. Rogues were dancing, drinking, laughing, like this was some normal Saturday night at a club.
But this wasn’t normal. Not even close.
I glanced at Mark, who looked way too young to even be in here, much less drinking. How the hell had he even gotten in? And why had no one, not Garreth or Debby, ever mentioned this place to me? It was right under my nose, yet I had no idea something like this existed in the rogue pack. Maybe it was meant to stay hidden. But why?
It was just
