(SORRY GUYS I UPLOADED THE WRONG CHAPTER WORKING ON RECTIFYING IT)
Desmond — POV
There had never been a rogue gathering of that magnitude before. Not in my lifetime. Not in my father's lifetime either. It was as if every rogue from the five territories had suddenly decided to unite.
And we all knew why.
Her.
The only she-wolf alive.
The rogues had nothing to lose. No territory. No order. No Alpha hierarchy to maintain. If they captured her, the entire world balance would shift.
So they came.
And they came in numbers.
The battlefield had been chaos — snarls, snapping jaws, the metallic scent of blood saturating the air. Warriors from all five territories fought side by side, something that rarely happened outside summit conflicts.
Even with all of us there, the rogues kept coming.
That alone was disturbing.
Rogues didn't organize like this.
They didn't unite.
They didn't follow strategy.
But this time they did.
Which meant someone was guiding them.
