Chapter 155

The sound of Zone’s boots echoed down the hallway as he stormed into the war room. I could see anger in his eyes. Ardan, Rachel, and I were huddled over maps and scouting reports, discussing strategies to secure the territory. “We have a problem,” Zone said as he tossed a worn scrap of fabric onto the table. I picked it up, frowning. The material was torn and dirty, reeking faintly of magic and rogue wolves. “What is this?” Ardan asked coldly as he straightened his back to face Zone. “I found it near the south border,” Zone replied, crossing his arms. “Tracks leading in and out of the pack’s territory. Someone’s sneaking around.” Rachel furrowed her brow as she leaned closer, inspecting the fabric. “It’s rogue,” she muttered, then paused. “But there’s something else here. A faint magical trace.” Ardan’s eyes turned to me. “Roman.” I sighed heavily, already knowing where this was going. “You can’t keep blaming Roman for every problem we have, Ardan. It’s starting to feel personal. I mea