Rebecca

The third rogue, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. His voice was gravelly, like he’d swallowed stones. “The rumors say you killed an Alpha with strength that a normal wolf does not possess,” he said, eyes never leaving Maximus. “That you tore Marcus Greystone’s throat out and fed it to his own pack.”

A chill ran down my spine. I glanced at Maximus, searching his face for some sign that this was just rogue posturing, but his expression remained ...