Piper

“Viv, stop being difficult,” I say to one of my very few friends. Vivienne may not acknowledge our friendship, but she still answers my call every time I reach out.

“I’m not being difficult, Piper. You know I don’t fit in a pack.”

“You should at least give Alpha Quirin a chance, Viv. His pack is made up almost entirely of rogues,” I insist.

“Have you been there?” she asks.

“No. I told Alpha Quirin that I’d try to get you to come with me. What’s the worst that ...