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.