Rogue Uprising
The chill of dawn did little to calm the increasing fear that gripped Moonveil. Reports of rogue attacks had poured in overnight, each one more worrisome than the last.
Elara stood at the edge of the training grounds, her hands clenched as Kieran read out the latest report from a scout.
“They’ve burned down two allied settlements already,” Kieran said, his voice tight with anger. “If we don’t act soon, they’ll move on to our borders.”
Elara’s heart sank, but her voice stayed steady. “We’ve been through worse. We’ll get through this.”
“They’re not just random attacks,” Aeron interrupted, stepping forward with a map marked in red. “They’re moving with purpose, targeting specific packs packs that have openly allied with Moonveil.”
“So they’re trying to cut us off,” Kieran
