Kingston POV
It had been a chaotic week. We’d had a few reports of rogues, which was not uncommon for us, but it almost seemed as if they were looking for something. Being that our land backed onto the forsaken territory, we have patrols stationed on every corner of our territory.
The Forsaken was a group of rogues that, according to our intel, all congregated together. It was like a rogue pack, which was unusual considering rogues were anti-pack and often preferred to roam on their own or in the company of one or two others. It was believed that the forsaken even had their own version of an alpha.
With rogue attacks, came the reports and constant auditing of our safety protocols and so on. Not to mention the upcoming Royal Alpha Summit of which I was still trying to negotiate tempora
