Arthur's POV
I sat in the meeting room, surrounded by the elders. The heavy oak table felt cold beneath my hands as I listened to their reports. They had confirmed the worst. Rogues were attacking various packs across the land, but they hadn't touched our pack. At least, not yet. But that didn't sit well with me.
Thompson, one of the elders, spoke up first. "Arthur, it’s true. I have heard rumors from members of this pack. Packs all over the region are being attacked by these rogues, but your pack has been left untouched so far."
I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of the situation. "Why haven’t they come after us yet in person?" I asked, my voice tight with frustration. "But they attacked me and Antonnia alone. Why would they just attack instead of the pack in general? I need to
