Asher's POVWeeks had passed since the storm—the kind that didn't tear trees or shatter windows but left scars all the same. The kind that clawed at the inside of your chest, whispering that peace is always temporary.Now, I sat in the council room, the air still and cold.Aurora sat beside me, her presence calm but unreadable, like always. Loid stood at attention to my right, his arms folded, eyes sharp, waiting—ever the watchful shadow.The large oak table between us bore the weight of our responsibilities. On its polished surface were maps, reports, and a folder stamped with a red “X.” That red mark had become all too familiar lately. It meant danger. Uncertainty. Rogues.I let out a breath and stared down at the latest file.A new rogue group had surfaced on the outskirts of the western borders. They weren’t just passing through like most. They were organized. Strategic. And from the signs left behind, they had blood on their hands. Pack blood.“This isn’t just another scattered
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