The ridge was cloaked in shadows, the two rogue wolves barely visible as they prowled along the treeline. Caleb crouched beside Selene, his focus unwavering. The air was thick with tension, the scent of the rogues sharp and acrid, creeping into Selene’s senses like a warning. The night was alive with the distant rustling of the forest, the faint sounds of creatures hidden in the darkness.
“Wait for my signal,” Caleb whispered, his voice barely audible over the rustle of the leaves beneath their feet.
Selene nodded, her body tense, every muscle poised as if to leap at any moment. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, the bond with it growing stronger with every passing day, making her instincts sharper. She could feel its hunger for action, its need to protect the pack. The moon hung high ab
