The rogues weren't working alone.
We found that out three days later, when another body turned up at the border. This one wasn't a scout. It was a pup.
Fifteen years old. Throat torn out. Left in the snow like bait.
I didn't cry when I saw her. I couldn't. My chest was too tight, too full of rage. But Draven saw it anyway. He saw the way my hands shook when I knelt beside her. He saw the way I pressed my fingers to her cold cheek like I could warm her back to life.
"Her name was Mira," Kaia said quietly behind me. "She was supposed to be on watch with her brother."
"Where is he?" I asked.
"Gone," she said. "Rafe's brother took him. Said he ran with the rogues."
Draven's jaw clenched.
Draven turned to me then. His eyes were dark, furious. "We're going in."
I nodded.
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