*Shadow Pack Borders, Nightfall*
The forest surrounding Shadow Pack lands was not quiet tonight.
The moonlight shone through the trees, catching on the wet sheen of blood in the grass. Snarls echoed across the border ridge, punctuated by the clash of teeth and blade. Wolves moved as shadows, fur bristling, claws raking. It was not a siege… but it was meant to look like one. A test.
Crystal’s flames lit the treeline, bursts of fire carving through the dark as rogues lunged from every side. She had fought enough battles to know when wolves moved with purpose, when they had been trained… or when they were simply desperate enough to sell their teeth. These ones were sloppy, but numerous. And most telling of all… they wore no sigils, and no pack colors.
“Rogues,” Ryder growled, his voice lo
