Annie's POV:
A commotion stirred in the darkness as five or six rogues clad in gray wolf pelts emerged from the shadows of the wagon.
The few guards left behind didn't even have a chance to make a sound before their throats were slit in the blink of an eye.
A pungent stench of blood mixed with the smell of decay hit me in the face as they advanced at a leisurely pace. After all, they had all the time in the world now, since no one would have expected them to attack the main camp.
Jack, cradled in my arms, sensed the danger and his little body went rigid instantly.
It was a cub's instinctive reaction when sensing mortal danger.
The lead rogue stopped in his tracks, tilted his head to size me up, and let a cruel smile curve his lips, baring his gleaming white teeth.
He spoke in a sini
