Chapter Eleven – A Rogue

Henry’s POV

I had two problems. None greater than the other. Both trying to take something important from me. My Mate, My Life, My Pack.

This was the wicked Moon goddess striking me with darts. This was accurate timing. I wasn’t even sure what I was staring at.

I shook my head realizing I was still on a table, struggling to write a letter. I narrowed my eyes at the letters my hands had scribbled.

Even my horse could do better. I folded it, tossing it into the trash bin, it was the third one.

“Scott, please, come help me write this letter. This is...