Thaddeus’ POV

His concern drops instantly, making me realize that there is something terribly wrong. He shakes his head, a soft, but somber, chuckle passes his thin lips. His hazel eyes connect with my crimson ones, a gleam of pity flashing in them.

“I know of Rosette,” he tells me. “Poor girl, her own parents were used as shields by their own Alpha and Beta during a Rogue attack when the girl was ten. Ever since then, she has been used as the pack slave, instead of being ...