Roric's POV
Roric had been a rogue for twelve years. He killed his first Alpha when he was nineteen. A corrupt bastard who was selling pack members to Harvesters for profit. The council labeled him a traitor and put a price on his head. He had been running ever since.
Now watching this white-haired girl rally a room full of broken wolves Roric felt something he had not felt in over a decade. Hope.
By dawn, Natalie had recruited twenty wolves. Not a real pack. Not yet. But it was a start. They gathered in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Varrick territory. The building smelled like rust and old oil. Windows were shattered. Walls are tagged with graffiti. But it provided cover and that was all they needed.
Natalie stood on a makeshift platform. Just a stack of crates really. But she
