Three hundred miles north, at the edge of Moon River Pack territory, the first skirmish
began.
Four rogues emerged from the forest at dusk, their movements coordinated and
deliberate. They weren't here to hunt prey or challenge for territory. They were here to
test defenses, to probe for weaknesses, to see if the rumors were true.
To see if a silver wolf would reveal herself.
"Remember," the lead rogue said, his voice low, "we're not here to kill. We're here to
draw her out. Make noise, cause chaos, but don't engage the pack directly unless
necessary."
The others nodded, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and greed. Matthias Crowe
had promised them gold, territory, and power if they succeeded. All they had to do was
confirm the silver wolf's presence.
They moved toward the p
