Jake's POV
The night was alive with tension.
The sound of the pack alarm cut through the night, sharp and relentless, jolting every sense awake. The message was clear: a rogue had crossed into Silvermoon territory.
Within minutes, the clearing near the border was packed with wolves, their postures tense as they awaited orders. My wolves were disciplined, their sharp gazes scanning the dark forest for movement. The tension was palpable, a living thing that coiled tight in the air.
I stood at the front, my eyes locked on the shadows beyond the trees, my wolf pacing just beneath the surface. The scent of the rogue lingered in the breeze: a mix of desperation and decay, faint but unmistakable, carried on the cool night breeze. It was a scent I knew all too well, and it made my wolf snarl
