Since the beginning of the werewolf’s existence, rogue wolves have been a problem. Wolves that ignored the call of the pack, the blessings of the Goddess. These were almost entirely feral creatures. They had submitted to the wolf in them, giving in to the primal urges and instincts.
Each of the four major packs had always been responsible for keeping rogues around their territory in line. Or at the very least away from the human regions.
This was why it was so strange to see the rogues had been able to organize themselves and grow their numbers enough to attack the major packs.
The attacks on Summer were different than they had been before. The first wave, which had been against every pack, had been random and aggressive. Not very well organized or effective.
But when Caleb made his way home, he found a whole different story to the newest round of attacks.
