The hidden valley buzzed with urgency as
warriors gathered near the stone gates. A scout
had returned moments earlier with troubling
news. Another group of rogue wolves had been
spotted near the western border. They had
attacked traveling wolves and destroyed a small
outpost belonging to one of the neighboring
packs. Draven stood at the center of the
clearing, studying a rough map drawn into the dirt. "They're moving fast," the scout reported.
"Too organized to be ordinary rogues." Aria
stood beside Draven, her silver eyes sharp with focus. Since the battle at the eastern ridge, the
wolves of the hidden pack had begun looking at
her differently. Not just with curiosity. But with
respect. And sometimes even reverence. One
warrior stepped forward. "Alpha Draven, l
