Prologue

Cynthia

"Father---" My voice broke as a hand came in contact with my cheeks swiftly. The sound echoed through the hall as I tasted my own blood.

"You are not my daughter! Your a failure! A disgrace! I banish you from the pack and don't you dare step in my land or I will kill you." He said, his voice filled with loathing before leaving me there.

I felt my connection to the pack sever and my wolf was getting separated from the pack.

I felt cold, there were no tears as I felt hatred and anger as my hands fisted and my wolf was changing.

And that is how I became a Rogue.