Forrest:
The stack of reports on my desk had been growing taller by the hour. My eyes burned as I scanned through the latest one, a shaky account of a rogue sighting just outside the northern perimeter. That made four sightings this week. Two confirmed, one involving an attempted livestock theft, and another… an attack.
They were growing bolder. And I didn’t know why.
The reports used to come in monthly, if that. Now they were daily. The border patrols were on edge. My guards hadn’t slept soundly in days, and neither had I. Something was stirring out there. Something dark. And I needed answers before it came crashing through our gates.
Every time I read the word “rogue,” something primal twisted inside me. My wolf was restless, snarling beneath my skin, his instincts prickling with une
