"I find this so strange," I said to Delaney, the words tumbling out of me. "Rogues roam alone, and they've always killed each other on sight. But yesterday, they attacked us as a group—a massive group. How can thousands of rogues act like a unified army? It just doesn't add up." My mind kept replaying the image of a thousand red eyes fixed on us, an impossible army acting with a single purpose.
Delaney's frown deepened, her eyes distant as she replayed the scene in her mind.
"I know. It's really unsettling. Their entire existence is driven by a killing instinct, and they’ll attack anything they see. Yet, none of them turned on each other. Their only target was our pack." She paused, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "We weren't the only ones, either. Other packs have been attacked,
