Andre's POV The air in rogue territory was thicker than usual wet with rot, heavy with cowardice. Even the trees seemed twisted out here, as if they’d grown crooked just from witnessing too much death. I could feel the difference the second we crossed the border. My wolf bristled under my skin, snarling, pacing, begging for blood.And I was ready to give him some.Kiera walked beside me with her hood up, her posture tight. She didn’t need to speak I could feel her tension, smell the rage beneath her calm. She was holding it together for me, for the pack. But I knew the second she saw him, she’d snap.And I’d let her.He laid hands on her that night. Hurt her, almost assaulted her sexually and he hurt Genevieve.“I still remember his scent,” she said suddenly, her voice like a blade controlled, sharp. “Burnt cedar. Sour breath. It clung to my clothes.”I said nothing. Just walked faster.The rogue camp was nothing but a makeshift sprawl of crumbling cabins and rusted trailers, crawlin
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