NARRATIVE POV
Beast and CC broke through the dense treeline, opening into a hidden base camp. There was a calm stream, and the air was thick with smoke, sweat, and a sense of camaraderie that she hadn’t expected with a rogue pack. She liked it. Even in the middle of battles, there was a sense of ease. A sign of a strong and competent leader. It curled CC’s lip as she witnessed the opposite within her old one.
For CC, growing up, she was always taught that rogues were vile, lowlife criminals. That was how established packs approved by the council saw and spoke about them. CC had never interacted with rogues until after her death, so she was pretty on the fence with her option now. Some, like the many she had devoured throughout the months, enjoyed harming others without purpose, and she c
