The Rogue was no longer in his wolf form, now just a scrawny man tied to a chair, his head slumped forward. His shirt was torn, exposing a jagged wound on his stomach that didn't look fresh.
"Who are you?" I demanded, stepping closer.
He didn't answer, his lips trembling as he looked down at the floor.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head up to meet my gaze. "I asked you a question."
"I-I'm nobody," he stammered, his voice hoarse.
I laughed bitterly. "You're a Rogue, aren't you? Part of the pack that's been stirring up trouble in my territory recently."
His mouth opened but no words came out. My patience was already thin. My fist connected with his jaw snapping his head to the side. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he groaned in pain.
"What is your Alpha p
