"What do you know about Victor Langston?" With a voice that broke the uncomfortable calm in the room, I demanded. Rogan's head jerked up, his face vacillating between astonishment and caution.
"Why do you want to know about him?" He spoke in a low, circumspect tone.
I crossed my arms in an attempt to calm my racing heart. Because his name keeps popping up, both in warnings and in whispers. And I have a feeling that he's more than simply a renegade Alpha stirring up problems beyond the pack's domain. I moved in closer. "He has something to do with Aria, doesn't he?"
Rogan's neck muscles were clearly flexing as his jaw tightened. "Don't get involved in things you don't understand, Ava."
"Don't belittle me," I said, feeling my chest boil up. "Rogan, you've been hiding things. Furthermore,
