The triplets had gone out to hunt before sunrise, moving through the forest with quiet precision, their focus outward but their instincts stretched wider than usual.
Something beneath the surface of the forest felt wrong, not loud enough to name, but persistent enough to follow.
It was Ronan who caught the voices first.
He lifted a hand slightly, signaling the others to stop, his head tilting as low murmurs carried faintly through the trees ahead. Kael shifted closer without a word, while Edris remained still, listening.
"…I'm telling you, the entire place is frozen."
"That's impossible. It was warm last night."
"I saw it myself. Ice everywhere. Snow too. The Blood Moon pack looks like winter swallowed it whole."
The three brothers exchanged a glance, their attention sharpening immediately.
Rogues.
They stayed where they were, hidden within the trees, listening as the conversation continued.
