The grey wolf moved with vigilance, scanning the darkness of the forest behind it. A handful of rogues lingered close, circling him like shadows. After sweeping its gaze around and finding nothing, save for a small rabbit that bolted at their presence, the wolf turned and padded forward, the rogues trailing behind.
Zion followed patiently, unconcerned about walking into a trap. Even if it came to that, he was alone and confident in his ability to break free from an encirclement.
Once, he had been the frontline's best scout, often sent on high-risk reconnaissance and infiltration missions.
Although many werewolves and even Alphas looked down on him before, his abilities spoke louder than their scorn. That was why, despite the disdain and dissatisfaction surrounding him, they also feared him and relied on him.
Time and again, he was sent on dangerous missions with his subordinates. Just like that one time when he infiltrated the Vampire Lord's castle and rescued Claire.
