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the relative protection would keep my sons out of harm's way, I had just arranged them into a peaceful section o

he center of this anarchy was my sons Aiden and Leo. I looked at them, now engaged in play with a collectio

e in, her face clearly troubled. "Luna, we should chat. The attacks

at would you defin

tion and targeting our supply routes. Lena said, "Someone is cle

? With a voice just a whisper, I asked.

asible. The strikes could indicate that someon

art hammered in my chest as the noises of battle got louder. I

with a forceful voice. "I cannot remai

It's quite risky. Until we know m

and annoyance. "Luna, we really have a problem here. Attacking the southern barr

tly identify: maybe regret or residual love. I

n here while the pack s

ave to use caution. The rogues are arranged more orderly than we

all that had happened between us, Kaelan and I understood

ually a place of tranquility, the thick forest now appeared to surround me. I could

uided by the smells of smoke and the sounds of war. Knowing Aiden and

. He was commanding, and his dark coat seemed to blend with the evening. His mo

darkness. He seemed to me to be somewhat familiar, but I couldn't put it exactly. My gut feeli

. I gasped and turned to see a renegade warrior charging toward me. Th

was fierce and the renegade was skillful. My eyes stayed on

nto the night, leaving more questions than solutions. I felt a great deal of annoyance and

er. Though the sounds of war were becoming less audible, the threat wa

t there, his look a mix of relief and anx

guiding the rogues. He was guiding them with intent. Tho

me and his preferences. First, though, we must atten

e were only the starting point. The presence of the pe

next round of defense. The prophecy, the renegade attack, and the enigmatic man all pointed to a more

ught Kaelan and me together, the road forward was dangerous. The destiny of the Silverclaw Pack-and my