WREN'S POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of Hunter’s office, illuminating the maps and scrolls spread across the table. I sat beside him, feeling out of place but determined to help. Hunter had spent hours poring over reports from the scouts, his dark expression showed frustration, anger, it was just hard to discern what was going on in his mind. He barely acknowledged Hugo’s arrival, so I nudged his arm gently.
“You’ve been staring at that for too long,” Hugo said, dropping into the chair across from us. “What’s the plan?”
Hunter leaned back, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “The rogues are getting bolder. Sightings have been reported near the western border, tracks near the springs... It’s not random. Something is definitely up. They’re testing us.”
I scribbled
