Chapter 20 - The Rogue's Warning

The Rogue's Warning

Alexander stalked toward the border with measured, predatory steps, his jaw clenched, his golden eyes dark and unreadable. His Beta, Elias, walked beside him, his expression equally tense.

The rogue had been captured just outside the pack's territory-too close for comfort. Rogues rarely wandered this far unless they had a death wish.

So what the hell did this one want?

And how the fuck did he know his name?

The moment they reached the holding area, two guards flanked the entrance. One of them-Marcus-gave a small nod.

"He's inside," Marcus muttered. "Refused to say anything until he saw you."

Alexander exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin.

Without another word, he stepped into the dimly lit cell.

And then he saw him.

A man, ragged and beaten, slumped against the far wall, his arms bound with silver shackles.

His clothes were torn, his face smeared with dried blood and dirt.