"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" A Pack member's furious shout pierced the air as I bolted toward the forest. He made a grab for me, trying to halt my progress, but I fought him off, determination propelling me forward. The stench in the air was atrocious. It was overpowering, nearly suffocating. Since my return, I'd noticed that rogues with black magic carried a scent ten times fouler than their normal counterparts. It was so vile that I had to clench my teeth and hold my breath as I drew nearer to them.
The sight before me was nothing short of barbaric and terrifying. I could scarcely believe what I was witnessing. Rogues seemed to materialize out of thin air, overwhelming our warriors, guards, and fellow werewolves. These rogues we
