Caleb
The sky was a bleak, thick cloud hung overhead like an omen, promising no mercy.
The air reeked of blood and smoke, the bitter stench of desperation and war clinging to every breath. My claws were already bloodied, the muscles in my arms screaming with exhaustion, but there was no time to feel pain.
The wind carried the distant howls of the incoming rogues…wild, brutal, echoing like thunder rolling over dead lands.
The rogues were coming.
My claws were already extended, my shirt torn and smeared with dried blood, some mine, some not. My legs ached from running the perimeter all night, and my chest felt like it had been hollowed out from days of starvation and unrelenting anxiety.
The forest that marked the boundary of Moonlight Pack once served as our protection. Now, it had
