The night was cold, and the air felt thick with an unsettling tension as Lady Rosie stood at the back entrance of the mansion.

The sharp wind tugged at her cloak,swirling it around her like an omen. The pale crescent moon barely illuminated the courtyard, casting long, sinister shadows that seemed to stretch and shift with every gust of wind.

She stared into the darkness,her thoughts spiraling as she tried to process the failure of her mission. The rogue wolves had been sent to ...