Clay’s P.O.V

The clothes I was given fit me perfectly, although they were not mine.

I returned back to the abandoned house I had been living in for the past years, but now everything was different. I needed a room to sleep in and raw food wasn’t that appealing anymore. My pack was trying to make sense of how I was standing on two legs now, just as much as I was.

I was a rogue now, that much I understood. But what caused me to change back to my human form? Rogues couldn’t do that. Once we become rogue, we embrace the feral life of the wolf and there’s...