I stared at my brothers, uncomprehending.
And then I laughed. It was a broken sound, pitching in odd ways. "You can't be serious! Jack! Jack is an Alpha to a bunch of rogues?"
The men gave each other loaded glances as I continued to laugh. When no one said anything, I sobered, the realization hitting me in the face like a brick. They were serious. I looked at my mate, who refused to meet my eye.
"Did you know?" I asked him.
"I'd heard there was a new pack in the area. I was going to check it soon, after we. . . settled things here. I did not know the Alpha was your former mate."
Greg snorted. "Then you had more information than we did. We'd heard nothing of a new pack. Not until tonight."
"But it's not a new pack. It's rogues," I said.
"They looked like rogues, but they didn't smell
