The attacks did not stop.
They got worse.
Three nights after the rogue wolves attacked Serah in the alley, another incident occurred.
This time it happened at the edge of town.
A pack patrol discovered rogue tracks crossing the border.
The next night, another patrol found a dead deer hanging from a tree.
Its throat had been torn open.
A message had been carved into the bark beneath it.
WE KNOW SHE IS HERE.
The entire pack became uneasy.
Rogues rarely entered Damon’s territory.
No rogue was stupid enough to challenge one of the strongest Alphas in the region.
Yet these rogues kept coming.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Every trail eventually pointed back to one person.
Serah Vale.
Inside the Alpha House, tension filled the meeting room.
Damon sat at the head of the table wh
