The time for them to leave for Stone Claw Pack finally arrived. The atmosphere inside the Rogue Kingdom felt different that morning. Heavier. Tense. Like the entire kingdom knew something dangerous waited ahead. In front of the pack house, two black vehicles were already prepared for the journey. Warriors moved quietly around them, checking supplies and fuel one last time even though the trip itself would not take long for wolves of their strength.
Still— no one relaxed. Not after everything that had happened. Not after Thorne. Not after the feral rogues. Not after the warning Ravenna gave them. Damon stood near the vehicles, dressed in dark clothing fit for battle rather than ceremony. Beside him stood Willow, wearing a fitted black coat over a deep crimson blouse and dark pants instead
