Rogue. Alphas use the word to segregate wolves who do not have a pack. Apparently we are murderous creatures, rogues. Pack members learn to hate us, because we’ll kill their families without a single feeling of remorse. What do we do with them once they've stumbled into our territory? Murder them, tear them limb from limb and possibly, if their blood is sweet, eat them. But the alpha comes prowling in to save the day… oh my hero! But to take a day to follow a rogue…
To take a day to follow a rogue would mean to learn the sick truth that the alpha’s are hiding. You’d learn that rogues are defenseless creatures roaming the open fields. Rogues are the homeless of the shifting world. We have no money, so we kill game to eat. We are creatures of lonesome, because you haven't heard of a pack of rogues. We survive, but not in the hands of alphas.
Calla is a rogue, has been for many years. But what happens when she gets caught by the strongest alpha in the nation?