Katrina
“Leo,” I breathed. He shook his head once. I bit back my words that wanted to spill out to tell him that no matter why he thought that it couldn’t be true.
Instead, I held onto his hand tighter and laid my head on his shoulder, hoping my touch, my presence, could comfort him as much as he comforted me.
“I was born a rogue, I think,” he started. “It doesn’t matter; it's all I can remember, at least. Sometimes, I think there was a cottage, but if there was, we were probably rogues even then. If there ever was one." He raised a stiff shoulder.
"I don’t know if my parents were running from something; occasionally, I got that impression. We didn’t seek another pack, though; they seemed to choose to stay rogues no matter the reason they became them.”
I rubbed his arm with my other h
