"He asked for the Luna?"
King glanced at me. His expression was neutral, but his eyes were filled with mixed emotion.
"He asked for you. By name."
I stared at him. What rogue could possibly know me? I'd never had any interactions with rogues, never talked to anyone of them. My whole life, there had been two rogue attacks at Blood Moon, and each time I was sent down to the basement with the other women and children. And as sheltered as I had been growing up, never leaving the pack until recently, it wasn't likely my name got around easily. Or maybe it had, and I just didn't know. I was thinking of many possibilities, sorting through them in my mind as we walked to the cells. It was a small building, dirty on the outside with what used to be white brick.
King nodded to the guards at the
