Diana and Talon had been back in Black Howler for an entire week. From the moment they crossed the border into Royal Pack territory, they had barely been given a chance to rest. The feral rogues attacked almost every night. Sometimes they came in small groups, slipping through the forest in silence and testing the outer patrols. Other times, they arrived in larger numbers, throwing themselves against Black Howler’s defenses with a mindless desperation that made them even more dangerous.
They did not retreat when wounded. They did not hesitate when surrounded. They fought until they were dead or physically incapable of moving.
But no matter how many came... Black Howler did not fall. The Royal Pack remained strong. Its warriors held every border. Its patrol formations remained disciplined
