The meeting hall was quieter than I expected. The air was heavy with tension, the pack still reeling from the surprise attack. Kane’s Beta, Marcus, and Gamma, Ethan, sat across from me, their expressions grim. Though the attack was over, the implications loomed large.
I sat stiffly in Kane’s usual chair, feeling the weight of every eye in the room. Kane was recovering in the infirmary, and until he returned, the pack looked to me. The Luna.
“Who were they?” I asked, breaking the silence.
Marcus leaned forward, his elbows on the table. His rugged features were shadowed in the dim light. “Rouge wolves,” he said, his voice clipped. He raised his hand and traced a symbol in the air—a jagged circle intersected by a diagonal s***h. “This. The mark of the rogues. Almost every one of them we br
