Chapter 172

Lucas’s POV

Council Chambers.

Every elder is here, seated around the long carved table, their faces tight with worry as the reports pour in. Another border attack. More blood spilled.

I sit two seats down from Alpha Kieran, trying to keep my expression steady even though my wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin. Something about all this feels wrong. The timing of the attacks, the precision of them… rogues don’t fight like this. They don’t coordinate, they don’t retreat with strategy.

Someone’s directing them.

“The northern border has been reinforced, but the last attack came from the west. They’re changing tactics faster than we can anticipate.” Kieran stated

Elder Maeron nods gravely. “It’s as if they know our defenses before we even move.”