At Devon's question, all seven Beta Night watchers currently on shift in this part of the forest nodded in unison, their movements sharp and precise. Antonio, among them, dipped his head—his face streaked with blood, his shirt torn, fangs bared. The scent of battle clung to them, thick and metallic, but their stance remained unwavering. They were prepared for another attack, their senses sharpened, their bodies coiled like a spring ready to snap. No rogue would take them by surprise.
Yet, Devon hesitated. A part of him urged him to summon reinforcements, to call upon more Betas to fortify their position. But another, deeper instinct whispered that there would be no further attack tonight. The rogues had tested them, and for now, they had retreated into the shadows.
