Though the path to Rogue Territory was difficult to find, the trail of my blood made it easier. I led Roman’s entire pack through the forest, so we could save Jane and Raj before the rogues killed them.
Hundreds of paws pounded against the forest floor, thunderous, like the sound of the rain. But this time, the paws belonged to Roman’s wolves, wolves from my pack, wolves that I trusted.
The closer we got to their territory, the more stray rogues were walking through the forest, rogues so weak that I picked them off one by one and didn’t stop until we were near their borders.
About half a mile ahead of us, the stone wall was guarded heavily. I stopped, and everyone behind me followed, even Roman. He wanted me to lead because—I was assuming—it was his way of showing me that he trusted me,
