Chapter 2 The Rogue Attack

Sienna watched from the sidelines, her heart pounding. She wasn't a warrior. She wasn't strong. She had no place in this fight.

The village was unusually quiet that evening. The full moon hung low in the sky, its silvery glow bathing the werewolf pack's settlement. Sienna sat in the small hut she shared with her mother, staring into the flickering flames of their hearth.

"Something feels off tonight," her mother said, wringing her hands as she paced the room. "I don't like this silence."

Sienna nodded but didn't respond. She felt it too-a strange, electric tension in the air. It was as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

Suddenly, a distant howl broke the stillness. Low and guttural, it sent a chill racing down Sienna's spine.

"Rogues," her mother whispered, her face pale.

The howl was followed by another, then another, until the air was filled with their eerie cries. Panic erupted outside as pack members scrambled to prepare.

Sienna stepped outside and saw the Alpha, Ethan, standing in the center of the village. His presence was commanding as ever, his silver eyes scanning the treeline.

"Defend the pack!" Ethan barked. "Warriors, to the front. Everyone else, stay back."

The rogue wolves emerged from the shadows moments later, their eyes glowing with savage hunger. They were bigger than normal wolves, their fur matted and their movements erratic. Rogues were unpredictable, violent creatures who had lost their connection to a pack.

The warriors rushed forward, engaging the rogues in a chaotic battle. Claws slashed, teeth snapped, and growls filled the air.

But then she saw it-a rogue wolf lunging for a young pack member who had fallen. Without thinking, Sienna sprinted forward.