Chapter 63

As the plane takes off, Leo soon leaves the sitting area I'm in and heads over to where the other Alphas are, wanting to discuss business. "How long have you been a warrior for the pack?" I ask, starting up the conversation after a long and awkward spence. "Five years now, six in two weeks," he replies, meeting my gaze. He doesn't seem to old to be honest, not my age at least for sure. "And how long have you been rogue?" Still like a knife to the heart when you put it that way. I'm usually okay when people would rather say it harshly and add some words in, not ask politely. "Going on a long time for someone my age," I explain, simply not wanting to even think about it. It's true, how it's a long time for someone my age. Most rogues go rogue by college age, leaving their pack against the traditional ways, heading out to explore as they become loners. "How did it feel when you become rogue? When you knew your life would never be the same?"