A snarl ripped from my wolves throat, and my humanity shrank back into the corner of my mind. The smaller wolf bowed in front of me, her ears pinned back, silver eyes lowered in respect. My mind reached out to her's as I made one thing clear.
"When your Alpha calls, you come to him."
Rogue. That's all Carter was called these days. She could barely remember her own name. Whenever she met another wolf, a real, full blood, pack wolf, they spat it in her face like a curse. It wasn't her fault. She was born a Rogue, and once a Rogue, always a Rogue.
There was no way to change that.
Fane Fairwick. Beta of the Pike River Pack. He was the pride and joy of the Pack, almost more so than their Alpha. Every wolf he met bowed to him in respect.
But that would change soon.
Because once Carter and Fane collide, there is no stopping. No stopping the chain of events that will unfold in the wake of their relationship. It is undeniable inevitable.
Things were about to change.