CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The scent of pine and damp earth beneath my boots is suddenly tainted with the metallic tang of hostility. I straighten up, every muscle in my body tensing as an unnatural chill pricks at my skin. The mountain ranges are supposed to be a place of serene beauty during spring, but now they feel like a battlefield.
"Rogues," I whisper, my voice barely carrying over the rustle of leaves.
"Stay close," Torin commands, his brown eyes scanning the treeline. His presence is that of a formidable alpha, strong and unyielding. Kyle and Love huddle closer to us, their eyes wide with the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Torin's warriors flank our small group, forming a protective circle around us.
"Where?" Kyle's voice is a low growl, his hands curling into fists.
"Everywhere,"
