Chapter 38: A Storm of Fear
Aria’s POV
As I sat in the war room with Killian and the best fighters in the pack, the atmosphere was tense. The enormous wood table was covered with maps of the surrounding lands, the once-immaculate parchment now smudged by hurried additions and scribbling. Instead of operating in sporadic outbursts of mayhem, the rogues were now coordinating their assaults and intensifying them across pack territory.
Killian addressed the gathering from the head of the table, his presence imposing. His piercing, golden eyes skimmed across the assembled wolves before settling momentarily on me. His voice was firm and quiet as he said, "These attacks aren't random." "They are intended to undermine us and sow discord and mistrust among the packs."
I looked at the map in fro
