POV: Riley
The night had been magical, filled with laughter, dancing, and the comforting presence of her newfound family. But as the festivities wound down and the pack members began to disperse, Riley felt a knot of unease settle in her stomach.
She stood by the edge of the clearing, watching the last of the lantern lights flicker in the darkness. A chill ran down her spine, a premonition that something was about to disrupt their newfound peace.
Mason approached her, his expression serious. "Riley, we need to talk," he said quietly, his voice tinged with concern.
Riley turned to him, her brows furrowing. "What's wrong?"
Mason hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I received a message from a neighboring pack. There have been reports of increased rogue activity in the region."
Ril
