Cara's POV
“What is it? Did you say rogues?” I whispered again, trying to follow Emily's gaze.
“Rogues,” she repeated, her tone dead serious.
We reached a small clearing, and Emily crouched low, motioning for us to do the same. Her eyes darted back and forth, scanning for any signs of danger. I strained my ears, trying to hear whatever had caught her attention.
My heart skipped a beat. Rogues were dangerous. Unpredictable. They were the embodiment of everything wild and lawless, and I’d heard countless tales of their brutality. But so far, all the rogues I had encountered, Brian and his pack, Alexander and his sisters, seemed different. They were organised, focused. But these… something felt off.
Gathered around a small fire not far from us was a group of five ragged-looking men. At f
