The tension in the pack had not lessened since the rogue’s death. If anything, it had grown heavier, like a storm cloud refusing to break.
Warriors doubled their patrols, but paranoia seeped into every corner of the territory.
It wasn’t just about rebuilding anymore—it was about surviving.
Amelia sat in the war room, staring at the maps sprawled across the table.
The rogue’s death had stolen any chance of interrogating him further, leaving them with only questions.
Who had silenced him? How had someone gotten into the holding cells undetected?
Most importantly—what was coming soon?
Killian and Liam sat across from her, both equally troubled.
Jackson stood by the window, arms folded, eyes locked on the moonlit forest outside.
Chloe had joined them as well, her usually sharp dem
