Jazz and I went separate ways from the boys; there was a rogue at the southeastern border.
In normal circumstances, I would go along with them to analyze a rogue through identification, but not this time.
Identification is a class for werewolves interested in the different races and identifying them through their patterns and even through their native tongues.
I am glad to be going on this mission because it is not just a mission; it is Lincoln's way of telling me that he trusts me to protect his mate.
We ran through the woods when I realized the only destination in mind was the Northeastern border; I had no idea where Azura lived.
Just as I finished thinking, Jazz asks, “So, do you have any idea where she lives?”
“Nope.” I sighed, dragging my hand across my face.
Where would a
