Ryan's POV

　　The stench of rogues increased as we got deeper into the forest - etching in my nose, irking my nerves. We were no longer running alone either. I mind-linked my beta and gamma. Nearest patrols were already flanking us as Ragnar led the way; others were on their way.

　　Rogues gathered in large groups like this. It can't be any good. And so freaking close to my borders. Not a chance in hell I'm letting this slide. What I can't understand is how it has ...