VALERIA’S POV
A young wolf was assigned to show me around the area. He was barely out of his teens, lanky but with a spark of confidence in his gait. I assumed they chose him to make me feel at ease. His youth and demeanor exuded a sense of safety. The rest of the wolves had stayed back at the dilapidated cabin, likely to discuss my arrival.
The boy introduced himself as Colin. He seemed eager to talk, and I was eager to learn about this peculiar pack.
“So, Colin,” I began hesitantly, not wanting to seem intrusive. “How long have you all been staying here? I didn’t know rogues could form their own packs.”
He looked at me with an amused grin, his bright eyes reflecting an innocence that seemed rare among wolves who lived on the fringes. “We’re not a proper pack,” he said, a hi
