Lucien POV
I stare at the strange looking object, enclosed in a glass case, a metallic raven with an onyx eyes. The raven's onyx eyes, looks at me, cold and lifeless.They call it the Raven brooch, a scent suppressor, born out of dark magic. They say it's used to cloack the scent of rogues and can trap their wolves spirit temporarily.
I'm in the council room, the glass case sits at the center of the table. Everyone is staring at it, with keen interest, eyes wide with curiosity coursing through it.
Elder Darrick clears his throat, "What was the Raven brooch doing at our borders."
I lean forward, hands on the table.
"It can only mean one thing." I pauses and letting the silence dripping over us, hang heavy, "Rogues." I continue, "Rogues are the only ones, who would use a scent supp
