CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THREE – THE LEADER OF THE ROGUES

Another werewolf, a burly man with a jagged scar running down his cheek, spoke up. "Why should we trust her? She's Fairchild's mate. For all we know, this could be a trap." Selena held up a hand, silencing him. "Peace, Roran. Anna is here because she's curious. Because she sees the flaws in our current system. Isn't that right, Anna?" Put on the spot, Anna swallowed hard before responding. "I... I'm here to listen. To understand what it is you're proposing." Selena nodded, seemingly satisfied with this answer. She gestured for Anna to take a seat at a rough-hewn wooden table in the center of the room. As Anna sat, the other werewolves gathered around, their eyes never leaving her. "Let me paint you a picture, Anna," Selena began, her voice taking on a passionate edge. "Imagine a world where werewolves don't have to hide in the shadows. Where we can walk among humans openly, without fear. Where the strength of a pack isn't determined by bloodlines or antiquated hierarchies, but by t