***AUTHOR'S NOTE: Last chapter before we catch up with Violet and Ezelreth***
When the rogues came in the dark of the night, Alpha Micca ran, leaving his beta, his family and his pack. The ColdMoon Pack. While the guards were distracted Micca slid out, right under their noses. He slipped out the back while his own people fight for their lives.
He ran. Like a coward. But he didn't care, what mattered to him was he'd live another day. Even if it meant living as a rogue. He'd abandon everything and everyone to save the skin on his own ass.
The night was cold and smelled of iron from freshly spilled blood and thick black smoke.
Micca ran. Out from the prison, past the guards running toward the point of attack. Leaving the back of the pack mostly defenseless.
He used his keys to unlock the gate that was hidden in the back. A mostly unknown door in and out of the pack. The one he would slip through to make his way to the casino in hell.
