Callum had watched with horror as Brianna took her own life, part of him feeling extremely sorry for the woman who'd seemed so lost and so full of anguish. It was however afterwards that he smelt the most delicious scent of apple pie and cinnamon, his eyes seeking the trees but only seeing a group of wolves behind the treeline. Was his mate one of him? He was stymied, rogues didn't get to have mates did they? But then he hadn't exactly started out as a rogue had he? Therefore the moon goddess must have gifted him one and he just hadn't stuck around long enough to find them? It was all very confusing to the poor man who felt like he'd been struck over the head. He couldn't stop looking around at every single one of the wolves and trying very hard not to approach them in his eagerness to fin
