Vaelen stood with a tight jaw, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white.
He looked at his brothers...every single one of them, and all he wanted to do was punch them hard.
How could they?
How could they even think of taking his sister to a rogue attack?
He wanted to shout at them, shake them, and make them realize what they had done.
Even if Serena was good at combat, even if she could fight, that didn't give them the reason to take her to a dangerous rogue attack.
A rogue attack was never a place to take her.
He stared at them, his chest rising and falling with pure rage.
No one spoke. All the werewolves standing there had their heads lowered, not daring to meet his eyes. The entire woods had gone silent. Even the wind seemed to stop moving.
They had thought it was just a small, simple patrol. So they'd taken her along for fun to let her "get some practice."
But when the rogues attacked, everything turned into chaos.
