Fiona's POV
The chill of the night air wrapped around me as I stood at the border, my heart hammering despite the calm I forced onto my features. The rogues had been subdued, but Sebastian's words lingered: "This is just the beginning."
I watched as the patrols led the restrained rogues back to the pack house, their snarls and curses echoing in the otherwise quiet forest. Marcus barked orders, ensuring none of them made any sudden moves.
Sebastian stood near the treeline, his posture rigid as he surveyed the area. His back was to me, but I could feel the tension radiating from him.
"Sebastian," I called softly, stepping closer.
He turned to face me, his expression grim. "Fiona, you shouldn't still be here. It's not safe."
I crossed my arms, standing firm. "I told you, I'm not leaving your side. Whatever this is, we'll face it together."
