It was a wolf, but not one from either of their packs. The rogue’s eyes gleamed with malice, and its lips curled back in a snarl as it stepped forward, blocking their path. Aria’s breath caught in her throat as she realized the danger they were in. This was no ordinary wolf—it was one of the rogues they had been warned about, the very threat that had forced them into this uneasy truce.
Steve immediately moved to shield Aria, his stance protective as he faced the rogue. “What do you want?” he demanded, his voice a low growl.
The rogue’s snarl deepened, its gaze shifting between Steve and Aria with a predatory gleam. “You’ve made a mistake,” it hissed, its voice dripping with venom. “You think you can forge a truce, but all you’ve done is delay your downfall. We will tear your packs apart,
