Magic...

Xavier POV

The sun was setting, casting a deep orange hue over Greyhound Pack, but there was no beauty in it tonight—only the weight of impending disaster. The rogue wolves outside our walls were increasing with every hour, drawing closer like a swarm of locusts, littering the fields beyond the pack's boundaries. They were organized, more than they should be, more than rogues ever were. Something felt wrong. I could see the tension in the eyes of my warriors, and it mirrored my own. How long could we hold them off? And why weren't they attacking outright?

I shook my head, trying to clear the dark thoughts as I approached a group of warriors working near the western edge of the compound. They were bent over the communication lines, trying desperately to figure out why every form of contact had gone dark.