Tabitha’s POV

Mario sighs.

“Yeah, it’s true. They call us rogues because we won’t line up and swear ourselves to Crystal Ridge, Stormblood, or Deathclaw packs. Ain’t too keen on bending the knee to those puffed-up Alphas. That’s part of it.” His teeth grit at the mention of the Alphas as if just the thought of them grates at his nerves. “But let me ask you something, kid. Where do you think rogues come from? You think we just wash up on shore with the tide?”

Come to think of it, I have never asked myself that. I glance at my mom who is just quietly observing my exchange with...