Aria’s POV
Night had settled over the pack like a heavy blanket, quiet and deceptively calm. With Damien and Louis gone, responsibility sat squarely on my shoulders, I got enough help from Varric though. I’d spent the whole day holding meetings, mediating disputes, settling territory lines, and soothing restless wolves who still weren’t used to a Luna leading them.
Now, walking through the training grounds, the only sound was the whistle of the wind.
Too quiet.
My wolf stirred uneasily.
Something was wrong.
Something felt wrong.
I could feel selene's restlessness.
I turned toward the border just as a patrol warrior sprinted toward me, eyes wide, breath ragged.
“Luna—Aria—intruders at the east ridge. Rogues… too many.”
My heart dropped.
“How many?”
“A full battalion—fifty, maybe
