The Rogues Who Went Rogue
Margaret said.
Tate knew. Everyone knew. It was considered a small victory for non-rogues everywhere. Lucianne and Toby even joked about how they might befriend hunters one day for helping them get rid of a notable part of the rogue population.
“I’m really sorry,” Tate muttered.
Margaret met his guilty eyes before averting them. She continued pitching the hem of her shirt as she forced a small smile and murmured, “You didn’t know. Before I became a rogue, I was also hardwired to hate every wolf who didn’t belong to a pack, to look at them in disdain, to show them no sympathy or empathy. I was brought up to believe that, if no one wanted them, there had to be something wrong with them. I was