The night was thick with the scent of rain, the air heavy with something more than just the promise of a storm. It felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to break.
I stood at the center of the camp, the cold wind biting at my skin, my heart pounding in my chest. The rogues had gathered around me, their eyes on me, every one of them waiting for a decision, for the next move. I could feel their tension, their doubt, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. Not now.
Not ever.
We weren’t running anymore.
I had made my choice. The weight of it pressed down on my shoulders, but I didn’t waver. Not this time.
The howls of the Elders’ pack echoed in the distance, the sound distant but unmistakable, like the rumble of thunder before the storm. They were coming. But we
