Chapter 180

Serena’s PoV The rogue camp was weirdly quiet as Isiah led us deeper into the heart of their territory. Soon, we came across his people. Their eyes were on us in every step we were taking and I could almost feel the judgment from them. These wolves didn’t trust us, and I could not blame them for that. Rogues were known for their distrust of outsiders, especially pure wolves like us. “Stay close,” Ardan murmured as we entered an area where a large tent stood. Isiah pushed aside the heavy canvas flap and then gestured for us to enter. “The alpha is inside. Let me do the talking,” he said firmly. The rogue alpha, a tall elderly man with a few strands of grey hair, stood waiting for us. He radiated authority and one could see it even without him saying a word. “What’s the meaning of this, Isiah?” the alpha asked gruffly. His eyes scanned Ardan and me and they lingered briefly on the bloodstains on our clothes. “These wolves need our help,” Isiah began, gesturing toward us. The alpha scoffe