C66 The Alpha Rogue's Past

The night was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire in Kael’s secluded cabin. He sat alone on a weathered chair, his silver eyes reflecting the flames. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a faraway look on his face as memories clawed their way to the surface.

“Alpha Kael Blackthorn,” he muttered to himself, the title tasting bitter on his tongue. “Once revered, now reviled