Prologue
Nightfall.
That’s when people are at their most alert.
With it comes darkness.
Shadows.
Fear.
The humans take their children inside and lock their doors, staying warm by fires and watching their shows. As werewolves, we don’t lock our doors but we have safety precautions in place. Guards patrolling our perimeters, magical wards, some of us even have witches who can see ahead of time and warn of what’s coming.
Nightfall.
That’s when we are at our most alert.
That’s why we never saw them coming. Not until it was too late.
Rogues.
Viscous bloodthirsty weres who don’t live by pack rules. Who kill for the fun of it. They are our monsters of the night. They are who we ward our lands from. Who we warn or pups about. And they are who came.
Not at the dead of night, no, they attacked in the middle of the day.
Because every were knows, nightfall, that is when we are at our most alert.
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