#Chapter 109: Rogue

Lucian’s POV Without another word, Sheila pushed past Dr. A and her assistant and burst into the hallway. “Sheila!” I called after her, both annoyed and confused by her outburst. Must she act so erratically? I followed her into the hallway, with Dr. A and her assistant in tow. Sheila was halfway to the stairs when the assistant cried out. “You can’t run from this, Sheila!” I knew that voice, and looked at the man in shock. This was no assistant. This was Sheila’s ex-husband and my former friend, the rogue, Travis! At once, I grabbed him by the shoulder, stopping him from pursuing Sheila down the corridor. He struggled, trying to break himself loose. Gripping him firmly with both hands, I refused to release him as we tussled this way and that. In the grapple, Travis’s mask fell free, revealing his familiar face. He was older now, and he had aged poorly as a rogue, exiled from the pack. Heavy bags hung under his eyes. His face was sullen, his cheeks sunken in. His wild ey