Xander
I couldn't help but compare these rogues to the ones I had taken in before.
The ones I knew were nothing compared to the numbers Ralph had gathered here. I could see the desperation in their eyes, the way they moved—always cautious, always on edge.
They were clearly working hard to survive in this harsh, unforgiving way of life. Had I somehow spoiled the people in my care with the safety, the comfort, the endless parties that I never even wanted?
These rogues reminded me of myself when I first left home, abandoned and without a wolf, with nowhere to go. My uncle’s betrayal had cut deep, and I still carried the scars from it. Yet, despite everything, I found a flicker of respect for these rogues, for their struggle and their grit.
But that flicker of respect was overshadowed
