As Emily and her pack made their way back through the forest, the twilight settled around them, casting long shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, but beneath it lingered an undercurrent of tension, a reminder of the rogue they had just confronted and the looming threat of Malachi.
“Did you see the way he fought?” Sarah said, breaking the silence as they navigated the narrow path. “He seemed almost... desperate.”
“Desperation can make someone dangerous,” Marcus replied, his tone serious. “We need to prepare ourselves. Malachi won’t take this lightly.”
Emily’s heart raced at the mention of the rogue leader’s name. Malachi was known for his ruthlessness, and now they had drawn his attention. She felt the weight of responsibility resting heavily on
