As I was running bare foot through the territory, I contemplated shifting into my wolf, but decided against it.
In human form, I’m more flexible and agile against a drifted rogue. I just can’t run as fast. Also, my solid white wolf might attract more unwanted attention, even against the fresh coat of fallen snow.
I’ve counted 12 rogues so far, but many of them were either dead or being handled by the packs’ warriors. How were there so many, and were they together? How did they get past the packs border patrols?
I stayed running, straddling the line between the open pack lands and the thick forest, to be able to rush to either side if I’d heard a tier 3.
My feet came to a unprepared stop, and I struggled to prevent myself from falling. Something had pulled my attention to my right,
