Freya reclined against her seat, her fingers typing away on her keyboard. Work had drifted them apart for the day, and they were going about their duties separately.
“Rogues!”
She stiffened for a split second, her posture straightening after hearing the screeching voice.
Rogues? Where?
One of the guards rushed in unannounced, his breath sounding unstable as he panted heavily, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
“Rogues,” he repeated, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets while he rapidly alerted with a sharp tone. “They— they just entered into the pack and now… they’re heading towards the company.”
Those words sent everyone into a frenzy. Chairs clashed, and feet scampered as each individual tried to take cover, shuddering breaths and whispers escaping t
