“Alpha, there’s one more thing,” Enzo said, continuing his report. “The Rogue King called earlier and asked for you to call him back. I believe the feral rogue attacks in the Rogue Kingdom have stopped as well.”
Talon looked up from the reports scattered across his desk.
“What about our allied packs?”
“I contacted all of them. The reports are almost identical. The feral rogues attacking their territories either collapsed or suddenly fled into the forests. Some died almost immediately, while others seemed confused, as if whatever had been controlling them suddenly disappeared.”
Talon leaned back in his chair. For the first time since the attack, there was something resembling relief in his expression.
Talon reached for the phone on his desk.
“I’ll call Damon.”
Enzo nodded and stepped
