Lyra’s POV
Night Raiders.
That name was a terror among werewolves, one that could bring any pack to its knees once its name was mentioned. A group of…bandits? Werewolves? Unearthly creatures?...no one knows. No one knew where these horrible people spawned from because the people who had had an encounter with them were never seen again.
The disappearances had started small, or so my father had told me. It was a missing pup here, a woman there, a man here, young children playing in the streams and not all of them came back.
The cases had been widespread, all over the world, that no one had managed to put the clues together, that although far away, they were the same set of people.
And then they seized for a while, allowing the packs to let their guards down, releasing their children
