Darius POV
The patrol route took us along the western edge of Wynterhold territory. Five wolves plus me, all experienced warriors and alert. Something felt wrong. I had felt wrong since I'd left Beatrice at the servant entrance three hours ago.
"Rowan senses it too," my wolf said. "Danger is close."
I signaled the others to spread out. We moved through the forest in formation. Eyes scanning, ears listening.
That's when I caught the scent.
Rogue wolves. At least four different individuals. The smell was faint but distinct. They'd passed through here recently within the last day.
I shifted to human form behind a tree. Pulled on pants and boots. The others did the same.
"You smell that?" Garrett, one of Theron's best warriors, moved beside me.
"Rogues." I knelt and examined the ground
