I forced myself to turn away. This was not the time for sentiment.
The prison break was still my main concern. I kept on reading those reports a lot of times, but I was not able to get any answer. The rouges didn't just simply vanish. Someone must have helped them, someone from the pack, the thought made me quite worried.
I looked at the map while tracing the trails we had found. A small camp was spotted close to the borderlands, their movements were too precise and organized to call it a coincidence. My gut feeling told me this wasn’t just random violence but it was planned. It looked like the rogues were planning to attack again, they were waiting for the right time.
I could not allow that moment to come.
My beta entered the office. I can tell he has found something as he handed me t
