F'd up Rogan's POV

My mind was reeling and pounding with the ideas of what I knew to be true. I felt more fucked up than I did even this morning when I woke up before I’d been set free to a certain degree. I pounced up to the room trying to ignore the sad moving body behind me. I couldn’t look at her and focus right now because I was still fucking angry about what I’d smelled. It was Erin, the wolf I halfway liked to be honest because he was tough and didn’t put up with all the bullshit like some of the other wolves. I even appreciated the way he was trying to get a handle on Corgan which was not an easy task. Fuck Corgan, what was that guy’s deal anyways? I know he was my brother and from everything I’d been told we were close so what the fuck was he on one about now? It felt like it was more than even just wanting to be the Alpha.

He’d only come in and talked to me one time when I first got there, told me who he was, and asked if I remembered him. I know I was an asshole at the time,