Jill’s pov
The heavy oak doors of the Red Moon pack house echoed through the high-ceilinged grand hall as warriors rushed back and forth, their iron armor clanking in the torchlight.
I stood near the shadowed stone archway leading to the upper gallery, my hands trembling as I clutched the edge of my dark wool cloak. Cold sweat pricked the back of my neck.
"Is it true?" a scout gasped, breathless as he unbuckled his muddy broadsword at the central table. "The Alpha took the vanguard straight through their front barricade?"
Wylie stood by the hearth, her leather armor scorched black, her face pale as ash.
"The entire rogue camp is smoldering ruins," Wylie reported, her voice low, raspy, and heavy with exhaustion. "Nash tore through their lines like a wounded beast. Dozens of rogues were
