Sora's POV
The ambush comes while we're in the field.
We're out past the second ridge, running triage on a patrol that got hit at dawn. It's supposed to be secured ground. It isn't. One minute I'm packing a leg wound, the next the tree line opens up and there are Rogues in the camp, fast, quiet, nothing like the wild raids we've been patching all week. These ones move like they were told exactly where to be.
There's no time to react. That's the point of it. You don't ambush people you want to fight. You ambush people you want to take.
A hand closes on the back of my collar. Another takes my arm. I don't fight. Fighting a wolf in human form is how you get your arm broken, and a broken arm makes me useless, and useless is the one thing I can't afford right now.
They pull me up. I still
