Morning sunlight filtered through the tall trees of
the hidden valley, but the peaceful glow could not hide the tension in the air. The warriors of
Draven's pack had gathered near the edge of the territory. A scout had returned only moments
ago, breathless and injured. Aria stood beside Draven, listening carefully. "Rogue wolves," the
scout said between heavy breaths. "They attacked a small pack near the eastern ridge.
Their warriors are falling... they won't last long." Draven's expression hardened. "How many
rogues?" "At least twenty." Murmurs spread
among the gathered wolves. Twenty rogues were not just a threat-they were a m******e
waiting to happen. Aria felt something stir deep
inside her chest. Selene growled softly. They will slaughter that pack if no one stops th
