The Rogue didn't attack. He didn't even flinch when twenty Nightwalker wolves snarled at him, baring their teeth.
He knelt in the dirt, head bowed, radiating an aura of calm, respectful submission. But beneath that, there was power. It rolled off him in waves, ancient and heavy.
"I come in peace," he rasped, his voice rough from disuse. "I seek an audience with Alpha Brennan."
Liam stepped closer, his body shielding mine. "You have my attention. Speak."
The Rogue lifted his head. His face was gaunt, his hair matted, but his eyes... they were a brilliant, electric blue. They were the eyes of an Alpha.
"My name is Bastien Archer," he said, his voice carrying clearly across the silent yard.
A ripple of shock went through the pack. Even Liam stiffened.
"Archer?" Liam repeated, skepticis
