Talia's POV
It's a quiet night.
Way too quiet.
I'm out in the middle of the training ground, checking out the shadowy woods past our limits. I can feel this thick tension in the air, tightening around my ribs. The Misfits are all set, their weapons shining in the moonlight, and they look determined.
We've prepped for this. We're all set for this.
But nothing ever prepares you for war.
As the wind whips past the trees, it carries away all sound.
Suddenly, a lone howl pierces the night air.
The first strike comes fast.
The foe steps out of the shadows, with darkness wrapping around them like it's alive. Wolves with bright red eyes, moving fast and precise.
These guys are no regular rogues.
They battle like there's no tomorrow.
I let out a growl and change my stance, my claws sink
