Chapter 212 Confronting The Rogues

• As the evening sky dimmed, casting long shadows over the landscape, Aidan, Blake, and ten warriors from the New Dawn Pack approached the village near the borders. The once peaceful area now lay in chaos, occupied by rogues who had claimed it as their own. The scent of fear and desperation lingered in the air, mixed with the earthy aroma of the surrounding woods. Aidan’s resolve hardened with every step he took, his gaze fixed on the cluster of dilapidated buildings where the rogues had settled.
• The warriors moved silently beside him, their presence a wall of strength and solidarity. As they neared the village square, a group of rogues, rough and battle-hardened, emerged from the shadows. Their leader, a burly man with a jagged scar running down the side of his face, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the young werewolf before him.
• “To what do we all this visit from a rich lad?” one of the men with rotten teeth asked and the others chuckled.