Kiera's POV
As we stood at the edge of our territory, the night no longer felt as still. The air was thick with the sharp scent of blood and churned earth, mingling with the crisp chill of the midnight breeze. The remaining rogues had vanished into the darkness, but their presence lingered like a sickness in my chest.
Bane exhaled sharply, his golden eyes scanning the forest. “Too easy.”
I nodded, my muscles still coiled with tension. “They ran too quickly. Like they weren’t really here for a fight.”
A rustling in the underbrush made my heart lurch. I spun, baring my teeth, my wolf surging beneath my skin, ready to strike—but it was only Cass, stepping cautiously from the trees. The young scout’s face was pale in the moonlight, her breaths shallow.
“Luna…” she hesitated, glancing tow
