“My king, I have news.”
The heavy doors of the stone chamber groaned as they opened, echoing through the Rogue King’s private office. Beta Conall stepped inside, his posture rigid, his head bowed in respect—but the urgency in his stride betrayed him.
Damon looked up sharply from the war table spread before him. Maps of territories, old pack borders, and marked danger zones littered the surface. Conall never entered without permission unless the matter was critical.
“What is it?” Damon asked, his voice calm but edged with warning.
Conall swallowed once before speaking. “We heard a contact howl from one of our subordinates,” he said carefully. “It was the signal howl, my king. The one used only when something… significant is discovered.”
Damon straightened. His fingers curled slowly aga
