Chapter 2 Reiver:Redemption

Too much rogue is a

sign of despair.

Arlene Dahl.

Duncan Conell was a rogue, he had been a rogue ever since his idiot father had challenged their Alpha and had lost. The Alpha had killed Duncan’s father and he and his mother had no choice but to run, making it over to England by way of the ferry from Dublin to Heysham. His mother hadn’t lasted long once they were safe on the mainland, pining for her dead mate, Duncan had woken one morning in the forest where they were sleeping rough to find her dead, the grief taking her at some point during the night. Like the dutiful son he buried her in the forest and doing the best he could, he marked her grave with some flowers and greenery he found lying around, Duncan was no more than fifteen years old. Being rogue at such a young age should have been hard but Duncan revelled in the freedom, the freedom from his father’s fists, his mother’s drinking and her reliance on him, he felt free.