Rowan
The third attack came at dawn. Not a direct assault. Not yet. Another probe. Another test. Whoever was behind the half-moon faction was patient. Dangerously patient. They struck supply routes, scouting positions, communication runners.
Never enough damage to start a war outright. Always enough damage to keep both packs off balance. Which meant neither Blackridge nor Calloway could afford to work separately anymore. The enemy had figured that out before we had.
The morning air bit at my skin as patrol teams assembled near the eastern ridge. I stood beside the operations vehicle studying the latest maps when movement caught my attention. Marybeth. She was crossing the clearing toward the command position with several Calloway scouts behind her.
The conversation around me immediate
