Chapter 17

Author's POV

In Ironclaw's stronghold, Rollins paced back and forth in his office, his brow furrowed in deep thought. The tension in the air was palpable, a reflection of the growing threat that lwas discovered over the pack. Liam stood by the large wooden table, maps and strategic plans spread out before him. Both men were aware of the danger posed by the increasing number of rogue attacks that had been a treat to their territory.

"We can’t keep ignoring this problem, Liam," Rollins said, his voice laced with frustration. "The rogues are getting bolder. They’re testing our borders, striking at our weakest points. It’s only a matter of time before they do something more... organized."

Liam nodded, his expression grim. "I agree. We need to fortify the defenses along the eastern and northern borders. The patrols need to be doubled, and we should consider bringing in reinforcements from allied packs."

Rollins stopped pacing and leaned over the table, his eyes scanning the maps. "We also