Serena
The rogue pack was near.
We’d been traveling for days, and the air was colder now. We were somewhere.
The trees looked different—taller, older, their shadows heavier. My boots crunched against frostbitten grass as we passed the edge of the forest.
Then I saw it.
Tents. Fires. Rough shapes moving through the smoke. Wolves, some half-shifted, others in human form, all scarred. All watching.
The rogue camp.
And now… I was here.
I pulled the fur cloak tighter around my shoulders, my fingers trembling. My body still ached from the past few days, but it wasn’t just pain. It was fear. Uncertainty.
And something else I didn’t want to name.
I felt Xavier’s presence beside me before I saw him. He didn’t speak, just walked in silence like a shadow draped in power. Every rogue lower
