CORRIGAN
The night was without words; a silent rumor had found its way into the nerves of nearly everyone residing in the pack house.
The rumor has it that a group of notorious rogues were in our woods. They are known as the rogue of the East.
Everyone seemed to have heard one thing or the other about this class of ruthless rogues, such that they spoke of them in silence, and questioned the strength of Lucien to defend us from their merciless temper.
“The alpha caught three of them. they’ve found their way into our woods.” I heard one of the maids utter in the ear of her colleague at the passage.
Having been made to wait in vain for Lucien, to whom I am a mistress with the charge to warm his bed, I decided that it was high I returned to my room. That was how I bumped into the two maid
