Elise’s POV
The sound of heavy footsteps and low voices shattered the tense stillness of the camp. My back stiffened immediately, and my hands gripped the armrests of the makeshift wheelchair.
The rogue warriors were returning. I could feel it in the way the air seemed to thicken with their energy, in the way the wolves still in the camp paused to look toward the forest.
And then there he was.
The Rogue King emerged from between the trees, his imposing figure leading the group as though the darkness itself followed him. His steps were steady, assured, and his presence seemed to fill every corner of the clearing. But this time, he wasn’t alone.
A few paces behind him, several warriors escorted someone. My heart sank.
A hunched figure stumbled forward, pushed by one of the larger wolve
