The howl split the night.
It wasn’t the howl of one wolf, but many—ragged, broken voices weaving into a sound that curdled blood. The scouts had been right. The rogues were here.
Lyra still in the alpha office with Lucian and Darius and the elders staring at her in awe,The scout continue. They are near and—
They come for blood.
Moments later, the warning bell tolled. Wolves rushed through the halls, some already shifting, others gripping weapons—the air thickened with fear and excitement, the clash of duty and dread.
Lucian’s voice boomed across the compound, rich with Alpha command. “To the eastern border! Warriors, with me!”
The pack moved as one, a tide of fur and steel, but Lyra remained frozen on the steps. Every eye that passed her lingered. Some with hope—She warned us. Others
