(Third Person POV)
The dim light of the moon spilled into the underground chamber, casting eerie silhouettes on the cold, damp stone walls. I sat at the head of a long, rough hewn table, worn smooth by the hands of countless rogues like myself. The scuff marks and scars of battles long past whispered stories of survival and rebellion. I am Rykor, the leader of the rogues, and tonight, I would guide them into a new era. The time had come to dismantle the old order - the packs that had subjugated us for too long - and seize our rightful place as the rulers of all werewolf kind.
Around the table, faces hardened by hardship looked to me for direction. Each rogue, with their ragtag assortment of attire and an air of defiance, was a reminder of what had been lost and what was at stake. Their e
