_Dorian's POV_
The next morning, I stood outside the packhouse, my arms crossed as I waited for Marcus. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine from last night’s rain. My wolf, Shadow, was restless inside me. He was pacing with impatience.
Marcus approached. He fastened his jacket. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low.
I exhaled slowly. “We don’t have a choice. If we want to get Lyla away from Aaron, we need a distraction big enough to force him out of the Blood Moon Pack’s territory.”
Marcus nodded, rubbing his jaw. “Yeah, but hiring rogues? That is risky as hell.”
“I know,” I admitted. “But they’ll do anything for the right price. We just have to be careful.”
Marcus glanced toward the warriors we had gathered. There were five of them, all strong f
