Viktor's POV

I still remember the day I was brought to the Red Moon Pack. I can still feel the weight of the eyes on me, every member of this pack looking down at me with a mixture of suspicion and forced charity.

They destroyed my home, then had the audacity to claim they took pity on us. People say rogues don’t have homes, but I did. I won’t deny that my people struck first or that blood stained the earth because of it, but it doesn't matter. I will have my revenge.

I knew Alexei would never see me as an enemy. That lonely, pathetic boy was always starving...