I would never have imagined that the same night that Azriel and I first fought over the course of our six months of marriage, chaos would also erupt.

The Moonborn Pack was under attack—by those damn Rogues. Perhaps the same fucking Rogues that tried to attack my father’s pack.

Azriel and I immediately stormed out of the packhouse.

I gasped as Rogues, wild and frenzied, stormed our borders, the houses, and even the infirmary. They dragged both females and children through their hair and tossed them inside the dining hall as if they’re some bouquet of flowers to be tossed behind. Their snarls echoing through the night and every single...