Rogue

Synopsis

They told me the bond was sacred. They told me the moon wrote it and no wolf could refuse it and live. Then my mate let his elders call our bond broken, and they dragged me to the valley-mouth and threw me into the deep woods to die feral and alone, because a cast-out rogue is breeding stock with the worth used up. I did not die. I crawled. I survived the thing that was supposed to kill me, and that is when I understood the whole law is a lie. So I gathered the ones they threw away with me, the wrong-ranked and the half-souls and the spent, and I taught them they were never weak, they were starved. I built a pack the law says cannot exist. And now I am coming back. Not for the mate. Not to win him. To break the bond-and-rank machine down to the studs so no wolf is ever bred or discarded by a lie again. I was cast out. She built her own pack. She came back stronger. And this time I have teeth.