The tension in both packs was palpable. Patrols had been doubled, and warriors were on high alert, but the feeling of unease lingered like a storm cloud.

Celeste stood in her office, poring over reports from the night patrols, her mind racing with possibilities. The rogue attacks had been relentless, small groups striking quickly before disappearing like shadows. It was more than just random aggression. It felt calculated.

Hunter stormed in without knocking, his face set in a grim line. ...