The howl shattered the silence of the night.
Alpha Gregor bolted upright from his desk, his sharp wolf hearing picking up the distant, agonized sound. It wasn’t just a warning howl—it was a cry of pain.
Something was wrong.
His office door flew open, and Beta Callum rushed inside, eyes wild, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Alpha! The patrol… they’re under attack.”
Gregor didn’t hesitate. He was already moving, shifting mid-stride. His massive, dark-furred wolf landed heavily on all fours, claws digging into the wooden floor before he sprinted out of the packhouse.
The scent of blood hit him first.
Then came the sight—a m******e unfolding before his eyes.
The rogues had breached the borders. Dozens of them. Their eyes were not the usual frenzied yellow of a wild rogue. Instea
