Sera’s POVThe scent of fear mixed with desperation, tinged with something else I couldn’t quite place, hit me as we approached a clearing in the Barren Lands.The moonlight lit up our path as we advanced, getting closer to the source of the scent.My wolf stirred as Draco raised his hand, signaling the team to halt.“There,” Seb whispered, pointing toward the cluster of makeshift shelters, visible through the dense undergrowth. “Rogues,” he spat, his voice low and dangerous.Draco moved closer, his massive frame tense and face impassive. “How many are there?”Joseph, a pack enforcer, closed his eyes and took in a deep whiff of the air. “Fifteen... maybe twenty. But something’s off.” I felt the strangeness too.The usual aggressive territorial auras were absent. Instead, I caught the scent of milk, nursing mothers and the sweet innocence of pups, which was unsettling.“They’re not hunters,” I murmured, meeting Draco’s gray eyes. “They’re hiding.”Bruno stepped forward, his face set
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