Chapter 22

DELLA

I sat up for hours when Sam I came back to the high packhouse. The other rogues had been friendly so far despite me being a complete stranger. They didn't really care. They treated me as if I was one of their own. Well, it was definitely a warmer welcome than I had gotten with Hunt's pack.

No one shot dagger stares at me and everyone mostly kept to themselves. I was in the library room, running my fingers along the thick spines of various volumes of books. I stopped when I came across a book titled: The Fascination With Werewolves.

I slid the black book out and moved my fingers over the delicate gold calligraphy over the surface of the hardcover. It was beautiful. I flipped the book open and scanned its yellow-stained pages as it's showed depictions of werewolves, the werewolf trials and the full moon and its involvement in the cycle of change.

"That's my great grandfather's book."

I turned around to see Damien standing a few feet away from me. He had