"How did you manage to get out of your cell?" Alpha Connie growled, shutting his laptop and moving to stand in front of his desk. He made himself look big, flexing his muscles to look stronger than he truly was.

The rogue shrugged her shoulders, "I guess you'll have to wait and see, but I don't think that's the question you should be asking."

Azalea's brother shook his head, "Why aren't you attacking?" He eyes the woman standing before him, his fingers curling into a fist.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" The Rogue Ghost asked, softly sitting on the couch in the room. She crossed her legs over, leaned back, and relaxed. It set Connie's wolf on edge.

He snarled, "I don't make deals with rogues."

"Make an exception," she snapped back. "You know," she spoke after a pause, "it's been so long since I had a nice, warm home cooked meal."

"Absolutely not."

"I'll behave," Azalea whispered, "and I'll answer any questions you ask.

"Ones I know you are just dying to ask," she added. "I'll harm no one. I'll even leave and never return after, if that's what you want.

"Ask your mate, Lillian, for her opinion. Ask you son and daughter. Ask your Beta," the rogue continued when Connie didn't answer.

"You know you can't let this opportunity go, not with how rogues are nearing your borders."

Connie growled.

"Your daughter was better at negotiating than you," she teased, her eyes lightening up.

The Alpha grabbed her by the throat, but he was slow enough, that if Azalea really wanted to, she could have dodged it. "It was you," he breathed out, "who told her those lies."

"I tell no lies, Connie. I'm just a woman who never got a chance to defend herself from judgment looks and false accusations.

"I just couldn't bare Sophia going down the same path."

"My daughter isn't going down any path," he seethed. "She's not in danger."

"She's not going to be happy. She should have gotten a choice," Azalea smiled back sadly. "Don't make the same mistakes your parents made, Connie. It's not a good life to live."

Connie dropped his sister, "Fine. Come to one dinner, but then you're back in the cells!"

"Excellent. I'm assuming your mother is making her famous mash potatoes tonight." The Rogue Ghost smiled as she remembered how well it tasted. It had been years since she had a proper meal, surviving off of scrapes and spoil goods.

Connie narrowed his eyes, sensing no threat from this unusual rogue— his wolf told him that she would do no harm, not understanding the lost sibling bond between them. "I guess that's another question I can ask at dinner," he mumbled, getting hold of his Beta to watch her.

Aiden quickly came to his Alpha's aid, entering the room with his eyes widening. "Alpha, shouldn't she be in the Pack Dungeons?"

Connie sighed, "She will, but after dinner."

The Beta bared his teeth at the rogue, "Connie, she's a rogue. She's dangerous and a threat to our pack and home." He stalked towards the woman, his eyes narrowing at her form. "How are you doing that?"

Azalea grinned, "Why does you Alpha have to beat every wolf to gain dominance?

"A mystery indeed."

"Your job," the Alpha sighed, "is to watch her. Do not let her out of your sights."

The rogue grinned.

It wasn't like the Beta was overly mean to her when she was younger. He had always supported Connie to become the Alpha, pushing her aside when any activities came up.

She stood up quickly. The Beta frowned, sighing, "I'll give her a tour then. Come forward rogue."

"I actually prefer," Azalea teased, "the Rogue Ghost."

Aiden bared his teeth. He turned to Alpha Connie, "I hope you know what you're doing."

Aiden harshly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of his Alpha's office. He closed the door softly before pushing her up against the wall, his hand gripping the collar of her dirty and torn shirt. He breathed in deeply, full of anger, "I'm going to find out how you're doing this, and then, I'm gonna kill you."

Azalea only smirked, "And what will killing do? Stop the amount of rogues showing up? Fix the balance in your pack? Stop having Connie fight newly age pups to use the Alpha command on them?"

The Beta grunted. He had no words to use against the Rogue Ghost.

She sighed, "We both know Connie didn't get the Alpha title correctly. He needed to fight his older sister or she had to give it up, and neither of those things happened."

Aiden stepped away, shaking his head. He motioned her to walk, and Azalea obeyed. She hummed softly as she was leaving the house.

"You know," she began, "I wasn't always a rogue."

Aident grunted, "Could have fooled me."

Chuckling, Azalea kept talking, "Not everything is how it seems and even history can be a lie. The truth is what you want to believe these days."

"This is the training arena, rogue," Aiden explained.

Azalea looked around for a moment. Everything seemed to remain the same expect for new equipment replaced the old. The area was filled with various of test and is often the final test for wolves they were ready to become full pledge warriors. Unfortunately for her, she never got to take the test, banished before she became of age.

She wondered how she would have done, but it was only wishful thinking.

"How well did you pass these tests?" She asked, following Aiden as he left the room again.

He glanced back, ignoring the curious glances from his pack members, "With flying colors."

She smirked, if Aiden passed them with flying colors, than she definitely could too.

"You said you were in a pack. Did you pass?"

She laughed, "I never got the chance. Sometimes, misfortune likes to make an appearance."

Aiden stared at her for a moment. If he could just see her skill level, maybe it could trigger some sort of solution for his problems. There was no doubt that each pack fought a different way, and if he could figure out the pack she came from, he could find out more.

"You are welcome to try," he added, motioning with her hand towards the test. At this moment, no one was practicing or taking it.

It was completely open for Azalea's grasp.

She chuckled, catching on to what Aiden was trying to do, but that wasn't the reason why she was planning on saying no. "I would, but my wolf has been dead for years now."

Aiden narrowed his eyes, but the flash of empathy flashed through them before he could cover it. "You're lying. You would be dead," he snapped.

"There's a reason they call me a ghost in the wild, Beta."