He watched from his hiding place, far enough away that his scent would not be picked up. Weeks ago, he'd been the strongest and most ferocious Alpha of them all and, just like that, it had been taken away. He'd been humiliated, forced to run in order to survive and had been left in the wilderness to himself, having just managed to escape by a hair. He glared with hatred as he watched her from afar, her smile as she laughed, the way she waved her hands around as she spoke and the fact that she never seemed far from a boy's side, the boy presumably that bastard Alpha Spencer's son. He glared from his position, full of disgust and contempt for the man who'd forced this on him, who had forced him into hiding like an animal.
His hands clenched into fists. Everywhere he went there were rogues
