I should have gone back to the pack hall. Should have found my mother, stayed safe while the warriors handled the rogue attack.
Instead, I ran deeper into the forest.
My wolf pushed at my consciousness, demanding release. She wanted to fight, to protect, to prove we weren't the weak thing Skyler's rejection had made us feel like.
I stripped quickly and let her emerge.
Ember burst forward with a snarl, smaller than the other wolves but fast and fierce. We ran toward the sounds of battle, following the bond that pulled us toward Skyler like a compass pointing north.
The eastern border was chaos.
Five rogues—massive, scarred wolves with matted fur and wild eyes—had crossed into Silvercrest territory. They fought with the desperation of wolves who had nothing to lose, snapping and clawin
