The Truce.
The forest was eerily quiet that evening, the kind of silence that made every wolf’s fur bristle with unease. Caleb had just finished assigning watch duties for the night when the first howl rang out—a warning cry from the edge of the camp.
“Rogues!” Leah shouted, running toward Caleb, her face pale.
Caleb didn’t hesitate. “To your posts!” he barked, his voice cutting through the rising panic. Wolves scrambled to form a defensive line as growls echoed from the shadows.
The rogues came swiftly, their eyes gleaming with savage intent. Caleb met the first attacker head-on, his claws slicing through fur and flesh. His pack fought valiantly, but the rogues were more coordinated than before, their movements calculated and precise.
It was clear this wasn’t a random attack—it was a
