The rogue settlement had grown.
What once started as a band of outlaws hiding in shadowed ruins had become something else entirely—a thriving sanctuary. Tents had been replaced with stone structures, fires now burned in proper hearths, and scouts guarded the perimeter with trained precision.
And at the center of it all stood Rayne Valen.
Rogue Alpha.
Her name—though spoken in whispers outside the fortress—was slowly carving itself into legend.
She led with a firm hand and a sharper will. Under her, rogues who had never known structure now trained in shifts. They planted. They hunted. They lived. They fought only when necessary—but when they did, they fought as one.
But peace… was never permanent.
And that morning, everything changed.
Rayne had just returned from a border patrol whe
