ALICE'S POV:
I moved swiftly, my breath steady as my eyes glowed with the promise of vengeance. Every footstep carried the weight of months of hiding, healing, and scheming. It all came down to this moment—the moment I would reclaim what had been taken. The moon was high, casting long shadows through the dense trees, and in the clearing ahead waited my new allies: the rogues.
I had heard stories about them—wolves who had broken away from the Blue Olive pack, cursed enemies who lived on the fringes, driven by rage and a thirst for revenge. They weren’t easy to find, but then again, neither was I. It had taken weeks of tracking, negotiating with informants, and following whispers of their whereabouts. And now, I stood at the edge of the clearing, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Garre
