#Chapter57 Honeymoon

Violet Theodore opened it on his phone since mine was near dead. The bastard had changed, but it was clear that he hadn't planned to be holding this press conference now. "The Shelter project," Owen said, "is not only a risk but a direct challenge to the stability of our society. Rogues, by definition, are untethered, violent, and inherently dangerous. They exist outside the bounds of our laws and our values for a reason. Granting them pathways back into our communities endangers the very fabric of what keeps us strong, but that is what Alpha Nightshade is proposing. As it will affect every pack in the country, I'm putting it to a vote." I clenched my jaw, my hand tightening around the edge of the table as his words continued to wash over me. I hated to admit it, but there was a time I would have agreed with him. Years ago, before Theodore and I had crossed paths, that narrow worldview had been all I had, but to hear it from the alpha king, who should know better than anyone a