The scouts arrived at dawn, breathless and covered in dirt from running through the night.
Kylian was already awake, standing on the balcony of his office overlooking the training fields when they burst into the room. Their faces were grim.
“Alpha,” the lead scout reported, “rogue wolves are gathering near the southern border. At least sixty of them. They’re not from any recognized pack. They look organized — armed with silver weapons. They’re testing our patrol lines.”
Kylian’s expression hardened instantly. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, alert and aggressive.
“Double the border patrols,” he ordered without hesitation. “Send word to all outer camps. Call in reinforcements from the eastern territories. I want eyes on every movement. If they cross the border, we meet them with full
