Chapter 7: Bleeding Out

The rogue camp was alive with movement as the sun began to rise, the first light of dawn casting long shadows across the clearing. I sat on the edge of my makeshift bed, my muscles still aching from the journey. My mind, however, was sharper than ever, the fire within me restless.

It was strange, being in a place like this—a camp filled with wolves who had been cast out, just like me. It made me realize how many others had been left behind, forgotten by their packs. Each wolf here had a story, a past filled with betrayal and hardship, and though I didn’t know them yet, I could see the pain reflected in their eyes.

A few rogues moved around the camp, their expressions wary as they went about their tasks. They acknowledged me with nods, though none of them spoke. I was an outsider, and they had no reason to trust me. Not yet.

Luca approached, his face set with determination. “You’re up early,&rdq