Darius's POV
Dawn was still far off when the fog began smothering the camp.
Only the embers blinked inside the hearth, the night thick and too quiet. I sat beside Seraphine, coat around my shoulders, one eye fixed on the entrance. It was the kind of silence that always comes before something breaks.
The wolf in me felt it first — tension coiling sharp along the spine. Wrongness.
Then it came: a muffled, distant cry — not a sentry call, but a scream before death.
“Rogues,” I growled, already on my feet.
Sera sprang up beside me, violet eyes flashing in the dim lamp glow. She didn’t need questions or orders. She knew.
By the time we stepped out of the tent, the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. Dark shapes moved in the fog, then burst forward from the trees.
Cassian spr
