Chance’s POV
Growing up, my father always told me to follow my intuition and allow my wolf to guide me, and that was exactly what I did, leading me back to the cemetery. In two separate incidents, the cemetery had been the focal point, telling me that the rogues had to be camped somewhere nearby.
The scent of the rogue that had attacked Raven today still lingered in the air, along with Raven’s blood, enraging my wolf once again, making me determined more than ever to find these rogues and make them pay for hurting our mate. But as I moved through the cemetery following the scent of the rogue, I came across a headstone that caught my eye.
Normally, I never travel this far back into the cemetery, as all those that I knew and loved were buried in the newer section. The day that Cash and
