Chapter 10

Freya

Blackrock’s packhouse was huge, bigger than I expected. I had visited a couple of pack houses over the years, mostly alongside my Uncle Danny but never anything to this degree. I had of course heard of Blackrock. They were the largest pack in the area, so tales of them carried but of course there was also the talk amongst the rogues that had been whispered about over the past year or so.

There were whispers of a northern pack, a new pack that was setting up and growing with the purpose of outsizing Blackrock, they had some sort of vendetta against them and were recruiting rogues to do odd jobs. Attacking the pack and such, although I never got involved in that side of things and I hadn’t heard anything in a while so maybe they had resolved the issue.

But even the things I had heard didn’t do justice to the size of the territory or the packhouse itself.

It looked like something out of an