登入The tension hanging over Shadowfang only deepened in the days that followed. Although no rogue army appeared at the borders, the reports never stopped. Scouts returned at all hours with news of strange movements in the surrounding forests, abandoned camps that still held the warmth of recent fires, and fresh tracks that seemed to disappear as suddenly as they appeared. It was as though the rogues wanted to be followed but never found. Every report ended the same way they were always too late.Inside the Alpha's office, another meeting was already underway. The large map covering the table had become increasingly crowded with charcoal markings, colored pins and hastily written notes. Damien stood at its head with Korven beside him, while Garrick, Elder Myra and several patrol captains listened as another scout finished his report."They're moving in smaller groups now," the scout explained, pointing toward the eastern border. "No more than four or five at a time. They don't attack. The
Deep beneath the ruins of the forgotten fortress, where sunlight had not reached in centuries, an army prepared for war.Blue flames burned steadily along the ancient stone walls, casting an eerie glow over endless corridors carved deep into the mountain. Rogues marched through the underground stronghold in disciplined formations, their footsteps echoing through the vast halls as commanders issued orders from every direction. Blacksmiths worked without pause, sparks dancing through the air as swords were sharpened and armor repaired. Messengers moved swiftly between chambers carrying sealed reports, while scouts returned one after another from every corner of the continent. It was a kingdom hidden beneath the earth, unseen by the packs above, yet powerful enough to threaten every Alpha who still believed rogues were nothing more than scattered outcasts.High above the training grounds, the Witch Queen stood alone on a stone balcony overlooking the fortress below. Her hands rested ligh
The following morning arrived beneath a blanket of gray clouds that swallowed the sun before it had a chance to rise. A cool mist drifted through the forests surrounding Shadowfang, clinging to the towering pines and limiting visibility beyond the outer walls. Since the attack on Frostclaw, the entire territory had remained on high alert. Patrols rotated more frequently, watchtowers were manned day and night, and messengers continued riding between allied packs carrying updates that seemed to grow more unsettling with every passing hour.By sunrise, nearly every patrol had returned to report.Nearly.Korven stood near the northern gate with a report in one hand, his eyes fixed on the forest beyond the walls. He had counted the patrols twice already, hoping he had simply overlooked a name. He hadn't. One unit was still missing."They should've been back over an hour ago," one of the younger warriors said cautiously.Korven folded the report and slipped it beneath his arm. "Who was lead
Morning broke over Shadowfang beneath a sky filled with heavy clouds, their dark shapes stretching across the mountains like an omen. The warmth that usually accompanied sunrise never came. Instead, a cold wind swept through the territory, carrying with it the uneasy feeling that something had changed overnight.The packhouse had been awake long before dawn. Messengers came and went without pause, stable hands prepared fresh horses, and warriors armed themselves before taking their positions along the walls. Damien's order to strengthen every border had transformed Shadowfang into something resembling a fortress. No one complained. After the report from Frostclaw, every wolf understood that the peace they had enjoyed for the last few months had finally come to an end.Inside the Alpha's office, Damien stood over the map once again
The mood inside Shadowfang changed almost overnight.Although the pack remained busy as ever, there was a noticeable tension in the air that hadn't been there before. Every warrior understood something was coming. Patrols left before sunrise and returned long after nightfall. Watchtowers remained occupied at all hours, while messengers rode between Shadowfang and its allied packs carrying reports that seemed to grow more troubling with each passing day.Damien hadn't spent a full night in his own room for nearly a week.Instead, he could usually be found inside his office with Korven, Garrick and several patrol leaders gathered around a large map spread across the table. Fresh markings covered nearly every border. Rogue sightings had increased dramatically, yet no attacks had occurred. The Witch Queen continued to w
The morning sun bathed Shadowfang in warm golden light, but Selene had long since stopped believing that peaceful mornings meant peaceful days. Ever since the rogue had been captured near the northern border, Damien had transformed the entire pack into a fortress. Patrols rotated twice as often, guards stood watch from every tower, and scouts came and went throughout the day carrying reports from every corner of the territory. The Witch Queen had vanished once again, and somehow her silence was far more unsettling than her threats had ever been.None of that, however, stopped Selene from making her way toward the training grounds.At five months pregnant, most people expected her to spend her days resting.Selene had other ideas.Sh
The road to Shadowfang was long.Long enough for thoughts to grow heavier with every mile.The Silvermoon convoy moved steadily along the forest path, wheels crunching against gravel while tall pine trees towered on either side like silent witnesses to the journey. The wind carried the scent of ear
The morning sun filtered through the wide windows of Shadowfang’s main hall, scattering warm gold across the polished wooden floor. The pack was alive with movement wolves of all ages weaving through the corridors, laughter ringing in the air, tails wagging in excitement. Decorations hung f
The night had grown colder, sharper, as though the air itself were aware of the unease settling over the pack. The training grounds, once alive with the sound of strikes and footsteps, were now quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a lone wolf. But inside the pac
The scent of blood still lingered in the air.Even after the fires were put out, even after the bodies were buried, the smell clung to the earth sharp, metallic, and unrelenting.Selene stood near the training grounds where the battle had ended hours ago. The soil was torn and black







