LEONARD
Finding a mate in a rogue pack was rare, almost impossible, if we were being honest with ourselves.
That was why tonight felt different, almost unreal.
Mateo stood in the middle of the clearing with a stunned expression on his face while the rest of us stared at him as if we’d just watched a miracle fall out of the sky.
His mate had wandered into our territory looking half-starved and frightened, but the moment their eyes met, something shifted.
Even from where I stood, I’d felt the snap of the bond settling between them, a warm hum in the air, the kind our pack rarely got to witness.
We didn’t have the structure of a normal pack, no Alpha lineage, no ancient traditions guiding us.
We are rogues, omegas, outcasts the world had tossed aside. Most of us had given up on
