The tension in both packs was palpable. Patrols had been doubled, and warriors were on high alert, but the feeling of unease lingered like a storm cloud.
Celeste stood in her office, poring over reports from the night patrols, her mind racing with possibilities. The rogue attacks had been relentless, small groups striking quickly before disappearing like shadows. It was more than just random aggression. It felt calculated.
Hunter stormed in without knocking, his face set in a grim line. “More tracks near the western border. They’re playing games with us.”
Celeste set down the papers and crossed her arms. “Any casualties?”
“No, but one of my scouts caught sight of a mark, a wolf’s head surrounded by flames. Ring any bells?”
Her frown deepened. “Logan mentioned seeing something like th
