[Impossible!] Chrystal and her sister whispered to each other.
A tall she-wolf with scars across her arms stepped forward out of the crowd that had piled up after word had spread about Castian and his ‘mate’.
At least two rogues of their party had long since entered the cave, and the news had gone everywhere, so much so that even as the sun was just rising, every single rogue in the camp was coming to the entry to see the new ‘guest’.
Not that rogues had guests, but in this case, it was difficult to call her anything less.
Unlike some wolves – female or not – she had not been whisked away for mating purposes, to be sold, or to be put to some other form of work in their camp.
She had not been kidnapped.
She had not been banished from her pack.
She had not run from her pack.
So…she c
