Raven Woods was born a rogue. She would live her life as a rogue. She would die as a rogue. Nothing much would change about her status. . .unless she found her mate.
She dreamed of finding her mate. I mean, even a stubborn and rebellious rogue like her would love to find her one true love.
He could make her happy. He would help her heal from her past. He would pull her out of the darkness her past threw her in.