The Silver Wolf
The rogue returned to the mountain cavern long after sunset.The journey back had been slow. His shoulder still ached from the buck’s charge, and the forest had not made his escape easy. Roots had shifted beneath his feet and branches had snapped down across the path as though the territory itself had tried to stop him.
Once, he had even stumbled when the ground dipped suddenly beneath his step, sending him crashing hard against a fallen log. The forest had felt wrong that night. Watching. Listening.
Protecting her.
But he had survived.
And he carried important news.
The cavern was dark except for the pale light spilling down through cracks in the stone above. Cold air drifted through the chamber, carrying the faint scent of damp stone and wolf. The gathered wolves mo
