Genevieve:
“So, I heard you guys were discussing how you shouldn't care about what I say?” He watched us all before his gaze landed on Emre.
“Ah! My rogue friend,” of course, it was surprising for Emre that he was never invited by the rogues to live with them. They had a decent community here, while Emre was struggling out in the wild.
“I didn’t realize you had been hiding so much,” Emre looked away, and I noticed the hurt in his voice.
“I wasn’t. I just didn’t want to tell anyone about me. You see, we are pure rogues; we were never part of any pack. So, I didn’t feel like mixing you with our people,” the way he was so blunt and indifferent to who he was hurting was shocking to watch.
He was no longer the Wolvin who was easy to approach--the one who would always listen and understand.
