The sound of raised voices in alarm drew me to the main hall, where a group of injured wolves had just returned from their mission. Their tattered clothes and bloodied limbs told me everything before a word was spoken, but I stepped forward, pushing past the worried murmurs of the gathered pack.

“What happened?” I asked in a steady tone despite the unease I felt in my stomach.

One of the scouts, a young wolf named Ezra, stepped forward. He winced while pressing a hand to a gash on his side. “When we out to the villages we noticed strange movements on their grounds. It was a rogue group. We...