I had already reached the school gate, but my mind was far from the present.
No matter how hard I tried to focus on something else, my thoughts kept circling back to the rogues attacking Alpha Dwight’s pack—the Black Moon.
It wasn’t unusual for werewolves to encounter rogues. They were lawless, unpredictable, and violent by nature. But something about this felt… off.
Dwight’s reaction.
The way his jaw tightened, the frustration in his voice, the anger he barely managed to contain—it wasn’t just concern. It was something deeper. Something serious.
He said he lost men.
That alone was enough to make my chest tighten.
These weren’t ordinary wolves. They were trained. Disciplined. Strong.
So how could rogues—disorganized, reckless rogues—match them?
Unless…
I stopped walking for a sec
