The morning air was crisp as Brielle walked through the village, her mind heavy with thoughts of the previous night's attack. The ambush had been unexpected and brutal, and she knew that it was a sign of more trouble to come. Darius's followers were desperate, and desperate wolves were dangerous.

Brielle found Marcus in the main hall, deep in discussion with the other leaders. As she approached, Marcus looked up, his expression grave.

"Brielle, we need to talk," he said, motioning for her to join them.

"What's the situation?" Brielle asked, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"We've gathered information from the captured rogues," Marcus began, his voice steady but tense....