The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows through the dense forest. The site of the recent rogue attack lay just outside the Moondance Pack’s territory, a small clearing surrounded by towering trees that whispered in the breeze. The ground bore the scars of a vicious struggle—claw marks, trampled grass, and broken branches.
Eliza stood at the edge of the clearing, her sharp eyes scanning the chaotic scene. Melody paced back and forth, her wolf senses heightened and alert. Frederik knelt by a splintered tree trunk, examining the damage with a frown.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” Gabriel muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. “Why would rogues attack here, so close to our territory?”
Eliza crouched beside a particularly deep gouge in the earth, her fingers tracing th
