Damien POV
The rogue was nice enough to abandon us near a pack, the boundary line close by. "Goodluck" he muttered and the next thing we knew, he was gone, as though he'd disappeared along with the wind. Damn, he was fast when he wanted to be. Was a damn decent bloke too.
"Lovely" muttered Johnathon, scowling darkly in the direction the rogue had gone.
"He was nice enough to show us the way" I protest "he didn't have to."
"Who's to say he wasn't lying? This could be any random pack. In which case he just wasted our time."
"We won't know until we actually approach the pack" I mutter, walking forward, my hands in my pockets, feeling quite casual while Johnathon continues to swear silently under his breath. Man, how everyone puts up with him as Alpha of his own pack is against me. I'm
