_Avery's POV_
The air was thick with tension as I stood beside Liam, my heart pounding in my chest. I could see the worry etched on his face as he peered through the window. The screams had stopped, but the silence that followed was somehow worse. It felt like the calm before a storm, and I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in my stomach.
“What do you see?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands trembled as I clutched the edge of the table for support.
“There are rogues,” Liam said, his voice tight. “A lot of them. They have made it past the patrols.”
My stomach dropped. Rogues. The word alone sent a chill down my spine. Rogues were ruthless, desperate wolves with no pack and no rules. They attacked without warning and showed no mercy.
“What are they doing?” I asked, dread
