"I could be of use to your pack," I quickly stated, trying to defend myself. "I was at the top of my class. I could teach your students—whether it was self-defense, leadership, or even war tactics. I had knowledge that could be of use. All I ever wanted was to be an advisor."
"Your situation, as tragic as it is, does not constitute asylum," Matthew said as he stepped away and strolled around his desk. He sat back into his leather office chair, tapping his ring against the table. "The law is meant for those who are suffering. Those who need safety. You are in no danger in your pack, despite your mate having rejected you."
"I am a danger to myself," I said, clenching my jaw. "Please. I cannot go back."
"Then you will be a rogue," Sage said, crossing her arms.
I felt a burning sensation i
