Davian
The air at the southern border was thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves. To everyone else, this stretch of forest was a death trap, but I knew these woods. I’d studied the maps of every territory in my region for years as a part of my training.
Rowan was a pathetic excuse for a leader. He thought he was being clever, sending me out here alone. In any functional pack, a border patrol consisted of at least three warriors. Sending a man out alone into a known rogue-threatened perimeter wasn't a very Alpha-like decision unless there were other motives. And judging Rowan, and from all that I have heard about him, I knew that was exactly the case.
He wanted me gone without needing to say a word. He wanted me torn apart by the rogues so he wouldn't have to get his ow
