The night air was thick with tension as Hunter stood at the edge of his territory, his sharp eyes as he scanned the dark treeline. The scent of rogue wolves clung to the wind, an unmistakable warning. For the past week, there had been scattered attacks, they were quick, precise, and unsettlingly coordinated.

Celeste arrived moments later, her Beta, Lisa, trailing close behind. Her expression was one of exasperation, but her eyes held the same concern as his. "Let me guess," she said dryly, ...