“Leave her. This instant!” I roared, my voice slicing through the morning air.

“And who are you?” the man shot back, genuine surprise in his tone.

He was a wolf. He hid it well, but the signs were there. More than just a wolf—he was an Alpha.

I yanked Rosie into my arms and dragged her straight into my hut.

Rosie—the daughter of the woman I’d been assigned to serve on my first night here.

She was about the same age I had been when I was cast out and sold into slavery.

The memories ...