The morning light filtered into my room as I stirred awake, hearing a knock at the door. Fergus's voice sounded from the other side, waiting to be let in. Groggily, I called for him to enter, and he stepped in with his usual composed demeanor.
“I’ve dropped Owen and Miss Aria at school,” he informed me, his tone a bit heavier than usual. “I didn’t want to wake you since you were up so late last night. There’s something you should know, though: Damon was found dead early this morning.”
My eyes narrowed. “Dead?”
Fergus nodded solemnly. “According to CCTV footage, he used his one remaining hand to end his own life. The pain must have been too much to bear.”
I took a moment, processing the twisted end of the man who’d dared harm Aria. “Send his body to his father,” I ordered, my voice cold. “Attach a note: ‘This is what happens to those who assault innocents and flee from justice.’”
Fergus inclined his head, understanding perfectly. I stood, ready to start the day, but just as Fergus left, Jacky burst into the room, his face taut with urgency. Blood smeared his hands, and I knew instantly something was wrong.
“What happened?” I asked, already feeling my pulse quicken.
“Rogues,” he replied breathlessly. “They breached the borders, killing all the guards stationed there. These rogues have no pack—no allegiance. We tried holding them off, but it’s not enough. They’ve entered the Crescent Moon Pack, and they’re headed toward Springwood Academy.”