looked down and her mouth went dry; he wore heavy engineer boots with silver spurs and straps on the feet. Those boots made her lower body ache with desire. Everything about him made her ache with desire but the boots… there was something about them that just increased her already burning passion. Sebastian took the seat across from the table she sat at and asked, “What’s wrong?” Cara was surprised by the question. Were her emotions so transparent? She didn’t like to think that they were — she always prided herself on being difficult to read. “What makes you think there’s something wrong?” Sebastian was not about to tell her that he could smell it on her. “You look… distracted. And worried.” Her face cleared slightly, but it was obvious that she was still worried. Sebastian had no way of knowing that Cara could see his aura and had always been able to see it. It was a bright white shot through with bolts of silver, cobalt blue, and red. When he’d been making love to her, it had turned almost completely red and silver, and now it was mostly lavender. That meant he was truly, genuinely concerned. It was his aura that convinced her to speak. “I have a problem.” He leaned forward. “What is it? Maybe I can help.” “Two rogues killed men who ride with my father. My father belongs to a motorcycle club, it’s not a big deal — it’s not like they’re bad or anything.” Okay, so she was sugarcoating. What should she say? That her father ran one of the most notorious clubs in the Southeast and beyond? That he was engaged in all sorts of illegal activities? That he was descended from a royal bloodline and so was she? “I see. When did this happen?” “Yesterday, in the middle of the day. How did that happen? Sebastian, how can they attack in the day?” They were both speaking in very low tones, aware that people around them might spy on their conversation. Sebastian sipped the coffee she’d already ordered for him. There was a look on his face that she didn’t like; he looked as if this wasn’t much of a surprise to him. “Some rogues can attack in the day. The thing about rogues that most don’t understand is that rogues actually eat human flesh, whereas most werewolves don’t. It’s forbidden by the Covenant they made after the vampire wars ended.” “I know all of this.” “What you don’t know is that in many of the packs, the Covenant is being broken. There are a few who simply miss freedom and the taste of flesh so much that they can’t resist. They don’t care that going rogue and breaking the Covenant means never been able to reside in human form again. They don’t even care that it’s a death sentence for them. “If they’re attacking in the day, they’ve gotten bolder, and that means they no longer even care who knows they are breaking the Covenant. They think they are powerful enough to go against those who would uphold it.” “But how can they not be afraid?” Cara said. “Once they go rogue they’re trapped forever in wolf form. They have to know they’ll be hunted and found. Without their human form they’ll have nowhere to hide.” Sebastian said, “I think there may be at least one who can shift back and forth without being found out.” Her mouth fell open. He was being honest, but there was something troubling in his aura, and in his face. There was knowledge there that he did not want to share with her. What was he hiding? “That’s impossible,” she said. “I’d like to think so. We all would like to think so. But I don’t think it is true — not anymore. “ “Even if it’s true, they’ll be found. Right now the men that ride with my father want to hunt down the rogues and kill them.” Sebastian noticed that she did not mention her father hunting the rogues down. It was forbidden for one of the Tribe to kill a Wolf protected by Covenant. That was part of the Covenant. But once a Wolf went rogue, they were no longer