Ryker’s POV
“Hey—isn’t that the Rogue prince?”
I stood frozen. My heart raced with fear as the voice rang out. I turned towards the direction and there was a group of young she-wolves sitting by the fountain, their eyes were wide with recognition.
Shit. They know me. Raven can't find out who I am. She can't know my true identity yet, unless it would ruin the mission and father won't like this: I really don't want to get on his bad side.
Raven looked back at me, and shot me a questioning glare. I noticed other passersby staring at me too.
"Are you the one they are referring to?" She asked, her voice was a mix of shock and suspicion.
“Me? I said, shifting my expression carefully as if I have never even heard the word Rogue before. "I have no idea who they’re talking about,” I said wit
