Author's POV
In Ironclaw's stronghold, Rollins paced back and forth in his office, his brow furrowed in deep thought. The tension in the air was palpable, a reflection of the growing threat that lwas discovered over the pack. Liam stood by the large wooden table, maps and strategic plans spread out before him. Both men were aware of the danger posed by the increasing number of rogue attacks that had been a treat to their territory.
"We can't keep ignoring this problem, Liam," Rollins said, his voice laced with frustration. "The rogues are getting bolder. They're testing our borders, striking at our weakest points. It's only a matter of time before they do something more... organized."
Liam nodded, his expression grim. "I agree. We need to fortify the defenses along the eastern a
