Serena’s PoV

Our days in the rogue pack had surprisingly been more peaceful than I expected as long as we minded our business and they minded theirs.

Not until a new pack had arrived seeking sanctuary, and while I understood their desperation, the strain on our resources was undeniable. Food was scarce, tempers were high, and fights were breaking out almost daily.

"That's the last of it!" a voice shouted near the food supply tent, then came the sound of a scuffle. I turned to see two wolves, one from Ardan’s pack and the other from a newly arrived group, grappling over a bag of dried meat.

I hurried over...