16 days, 365 hours, 21,900 minutes. That's how long it's been since I became a rogue. I haven't eaten since and it won't be long until my body shuts down. I can't turn back now, not when I've already come this far, this far away from them. Loud, threatening growls fill my ears and that's all I remember before everything turned black.
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Brooklyn West has been a rogue since the day she left her abusive pack. She accidentally trespasses through another pack's territory. And it isn't just any pack. It's the Silver Moon pack and they're known for doing what they're best at, mercilessly killing rogues.
Logan Scott is the alpha of the Silver Moon pack. Ever since his parents were killed by a rogue attack, he has wanted nothing more than to kill every single rogue out there. But when a mysterious rogue crosses his path, will he have the power to change everything he used to believe in? Will fate be enough? Especially when the past is just right at their backs, waiting to attack when they least expect it.