Moira's POV

I stared at him.

The man in the doorway seemed too tall for the little shack he stood in, with shoulders that nearly brushed the sides.

He didn’t move for a while, he just stood there, staring at me.

I tensed up, felt my heart hammering in my ears.

He was not of pack. He was a godforsaken rogue.

Every story I'd ever heard about rogues screamed in my head. Beasts in human skin. Savage beings who had lost their humanity. Unstable. Dangerous.

He stepped forward. My ...