Chapter 27

Caspian had never sorted out a pack in his life.

Raised in the foster care system of normal humans, he’d known at a young age that he was different. He had these keen senses none of the other kids had. They didn’t hear conversations feet away, especially those of whispers. None of them heard the rats or roaches in the homes.

None of them were ready for an attack, but he always was.

At the ripe age of sixteen, he found out exactly what he was. A wolf. Born to hunt, to lead.

In the last twenty-nine years, he’d learned to adapt, to hunt, to survive. During those years, he’d found out exactly what happened to him, and the men and women with him now were like him, in a way. None of them were leaders. They had been looking for an alpha, and as much as he hated it, Caspian didn’t have a choice.

Rogue wolves were … dangerous. He’d learned much during his time.

Just like he’d studied this woman in front of him.

Two months ago, he’d picked up a scent his wolf just couldn’t deny. He’d tried to c