Aeon's POV:
Three days later, I arrived at the border with a truck full of supplies to meet the rogue wolf who claimed to have information.
I could feel other eyes on me from the shadows—rogues watching, waiting to see if the bounty on my head was real.
Ignoring the stomach-churning stench in the air, I locked eyes with the scarred rogue in front of me.
He sliced off a chunk of greasy, foul meat, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed with agonizing slowness.
It was a quiet, deliberate power move.
I recognized what he was eating—a dried-out rat corpse that had been dead for years.
Even the most desperate omega in the pack wouldn't touch that rot, not if they were starving.
"A tenth of our hunting grounds and three truckloads of supplies. I'm good for it. Just make sure the intel chec
