The group's collective gaze snapped towards Gideon, a towering figure with a strong, burly build and rough-hewn features that seemed chiseled from granite. His handsome face twisted in shock as he bolted from his seat.
"What?!" Gideon's deep voice thundered through the camp, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and incredulity. "How? Who killed him?"
The reporter swallowed hard before responding, "Luna Reana."
Gideon's expression transformed from shock to awe, his voice laced with a hint of reverence. "Reana? How did she do that? She's just a weak woman."
The room fell silent, the weight of the news settling heavy on the group. Their minds reeling with the implications. There were four major rogue groups who had formed an uneasy alliance, united by a single goal; to take down the Black Moon Pack before winter. Gideon, Moss, Victor, and Roman were the strongest amongst their respective groups, each wielding significant power and influence.
