Chapter 232

• Scarlett had been in the Rogues’ den for mere months when her belly began to swell.
• Whispers coiled through the ranks of her captors, but no one knew—perhaps no one cared—whose pup she carried. The scent of pregnancy was faint beneath the stench of unwashed fur and old blood, but to wolves, there was no hiding it.
• At first, she had thought the life inside her might save her. Even in the lawless hierarchy of Rogues, there were codes—unspoken, fragile—about harming a female heavy with young. She clung to that sliver of hope like a drowning wolf to driftwood.