The forest felt different at night—darker, more oppressive, as though the trees themselves were watching. Sienna’s pulse raced as she followed the triplets deeper into the woods, the cool night air prickling her skin. She had no idea what to expect, but the tension radiating from Aiden, Asher, and Axel told her one thing: whatever they were about to face was deadly.
“We’ve been tracking the rogues for weeks,” Asher explained in a low voice. “They’ve been pushing into our territory, testing our strength. It’s only a matter of time before they make a move.”
Sienna glanced at Aiden, who was leading the group, his eyes scanning the shadows. “And what happens if they do?”
“They’ll try to take over,” Aiden said grimly. “It’s what rogue packs do. They’re wild, unpredictable. If they can overpower us, they’ll claim Silver Ridge as their own.”
Sienna’s stomach twisted at the thought. “Can they?”
Axel, walking beside her, shook his head. “They’ll try, but they don’t have the strength to take on Alphas. Not without a leader strong enough to challenge us.”
“But they must have a leader, right?” Sienna pressed. “Someone organizing them?”
Aiden’s expression hardened. “That’s what we’re trying to find out.”
As they reached the edge of a small clearing, Aiden raised a hand, signaling for them to stop. Sienna strained her ears, trying to hear what he had. A low growl rumbled through the trees, and suddenly, the clearing wasn’t empty anymore. Shapes emerged from the shadows—wolves, sleek and muscular, their eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
The rogues.
Sienna’s breath caught as the triplets shifted in front of her, their bodies twisting into powerful, massive wolves. They stood tall, their fur bristling, ready for a fight. The rogues snarled, but it was clear they were no match for the Alphas.
Still, as the tension mounted, Sienna couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. This was too easy.
And then, from the darkness, a larger wolf appeared—one that radiated power. The rogue leader.