At the eastern border, it was chaos.
The rogues did not attack. They just stood, silently waiting. Their fur was darker, their eyes strange. They wore Silverfang armor; but it looked off. Too polished. Too new.
Kael growled low in his throat. "This is a message."
Ren nodded, jaw tight. "Why are they pretending to be us?"
Dax took a deep breath and sniffed the air. His nose wrinkled. "Their scents are… covered."
The leader of the rogues stepped forward. His dull red eyes glowed eerily in the moonlight.
"We came to return what was taken," he said in a calm, flat voice.
Kael took a step forward. "What do you mean?"
But the rogue didn't answer. He just turned and walked away, the rest of his wolves following him into the shadows. No bloodshed. No fight. Just a message.
Ren's voice was quiet. "What was… taken?"
Kael clenched his fists. "We need answers."
"And that as soon as possible." Dax said.
