The Rogues' Purpose
Eric could sense it—danger was lurking. The rogues were coming again, and this time, their intentions were deadlier.
This wasn't just another attack to test the pack's defenses or sow chaos. This was an execution. A calculated move by his father, Richard, to finally rid himself of the son who had taken his place as Alpha.
The Omen
As Eric turned to head back to the pack house, a sharp howl pierced the silence. It wasn't one of their own. His head snapped toward the sound, his instincts going into overdrive. Moments later, Lucas, his Beta, sprinted toward him, his wolf form shifting back to human as he approached.
"They're here," Lucas said, his voice grave. "Our scouts spotted a group of at least seventy rogues moving toward the eastern border. They're carrying heavy weapons this time."
Eric nodded, his face hardening. "And their goal?"
