Sora's POV
The raid comes at two in the morning, out of the tree line to the east.
I'm already awake.
In a forward camp everyone sleeps light, so I hear the first howl from the perimeter patrol the moment it goes up. By the time the pack answers it, I'm dressed, blade on my hip, moving.
Rogues in the trees means casualties within minutes.
My team knows the drill. We don't run toward the center of the fighting — we run toward where the wounded will fall, the soft edge of the camp. The parts with no firing line: the visitors' annex, the officers' wing. Places that were never built to be defended, because no one thought Rogues could break the outer ring.
Tonight, they broke it.
We come around the equipment store at a hard run, and the whole scene opens up in front of me at once, laid b
