DAWSON
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, but it did little to ease the cold, heavy knot of dread settling deep in my gut. I stared at my father, his face pale, eyes wide with disbelief and terror. The words he had just spoken to me rang in my ears like a hammer striking metal.
“A rogue... a rogue is still out there?”
His voice shook, even though he tried to keep it steady. My father, the Elder Alpha, a man who had always been strong, unshakable, was visibly rattled. And for the first time in my life, I felt a knot of fear myself.
After Carla described the incident of her attack, concluding that it could have only be done by a rogue. I could feel the weight of the information settling heavily on my chest. It wasn’t just the news of a rogue wolf; it was the possi
